I tell you what is worse than bad neighbours, bad landlords *shakes fist*.
My last apartment was a bit odd. It was a two story house, but split up into 4 different sections, making 4 apartments. So anything we did it could be heard all over. After a month or so living there, this girl around my age moved in her first apartment, downstairs. On the very first day....very first, she played music until 2am. I told my mother about it and she was saying how it is her first apartment, she's just a little excited..etc. This proceeded for the next two weeks.
Then, she would come up stairs and knock on our door asking for outrageous things. "Can I have a few dishes, and silverware? Oh, and if you have any dishliquid that would be great too." Being the kind, lovable

person that I am; gave her our old set of dishes.
30 minutes later she comes up and asks for creole powder. Who the hell asks for creole powder?
We put up with it for another week, and finally called the landlord. Of course, he went and talked to her about the problems she was causing, and of course, she figured out it was us that called.
Thats when the real problems started to happen.
There were 4 parking spaces infront of the house. 1 for each apartment. Each was labeled 1 through 4. Our apartment number was 1, and theirs was 4. The neighbours beside us always parked in our space, we didn't care since all of us only had one car, so we always parked in 4. The day the landlord talked to the girl, she came up to our apartment and said. "Excuse me, but you are in my parking space." I said fine, and went and moved the car.
Out of habit, I parked the car in space 4 again the next day. She comes up to my apartment with an attitude yelling "I thought I asked you not to park in my space?" Well, of course I cant keep my mouth shut. I tell her I am not moving the car, and to never come knocking on my door again. My mother hears us arguing, and she knows my temper, so she pulls me back inside and tells me to go in the other room, while she is standing their taking the girls yelling I heard her call my mom a b*tch. I went crazy lol. Without giving too much detail, she never came to bother us again

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