So I live in a suburb in Washington state with three other people in a house that is located in a cul-de-sac. We all have cars and I own two jet-skis that I keep on a trailer on our pavement entryway next to one of our cars outside of our garage. Our garage is small and can only fit one car. Right now we don't have a car in there because it is full of shit but even if it wasn't full I would still be dealing with a unique problem. It is important to note that we all have cars so even if I didn't have my jet-skis one of us would be forced to park on the street outside of our house. So, at the moment, two of us park outside of our house. Not on the sidewalk. Not in the middle of the road. Outside of our own, personal house off of the road but, again, not on a sidewalk.
SO, I have neighbors who apparently are bored and lead meaningless lives because they have found the cars parked outside of my house, MY HOUSE I would like to restate, as being bad. On either side of our cul-de-sac road are no parking signs with arrows that point in both directions. So that would mean that across that road into infinity we can't park there. Meaning I can't park in front of my own house which is located in a cul-de-sac away from traffic on main roads because, again, we are in a cul-de-sac. But most people don't care because, again, we are in a fucking cul-de-sac. BUT one little person, at least, is just furious that I would have the nerve to park in front of the house that I own. So they've called the cops twice to complain about my personal car parking in front of my personal house in a cul-de-sac. A cop has come out twice and finds this whole thing idiotic. My roommates find it idiotic. I find it idiotic. GOD probably finds it idiotic. But because of this one, at least, miserable, shitty person I have to call the county and explain my situation so they can come out and take down those fucking signs. I have to take time out of my day to speak to government employees who I pay with my taxes so I can get more government employees to come out and take down the signs on my dime. All because one miserable mother-fucker is bored and hates life, this world, and the rest of us who live in it.
...so I guess what I'm saying is fuck neighbors.
Tell me some stories of fucked up neighbors and hopefully how those fuckers got their comeuppance so I can experience some semblance of catharsis.