I've mentioned many times over the last seven years how I have some real asshole neighbors with an asshole kid. It all began before we had lawns and the woman was washing the dirt off her driveway twice daily, when it would blow back, and there was a drought. Moron.
Then there was the time the kid was kicking a ball around between the houses and hitting mine. Or the time he would leave shit at my front door, ring the bell and run. That was the only time I've ever talked to either parent, or in this case yell at the woman and tell her I'd call the police if I ever caught the little bastard vandalizing my landscaping again. Then there's that fucking yip-yip dog that barks every time we go in the hot tub.
But that's the extent I've had contact with them. I can't say I've ever done anything (that they'd know about ;)) to piss them off. So while we were in Vegas, Cousin Dave was coming over to feed the cats. One day the snow was out of control, and he wasn't going to get into my driveway. But of course the anal-retentive assholes next door were snow blowing it in real time. So he pulled in and asked if he could park there for half an hour. He explained who he was to the dude, and the dude asked, "You mean the guy who lives next door?" He paused, thought about it, and said, "No."
What the fuck is that about? Your kid, dog and driveway washing wife are assholes, and you penalize my cousin for it?
There's one in every neighborhood. Fortunately the old folks next door are very nice.