Odd things your neighbours do?
Discussion
PositronicRay said:
DoubleD said:
tomsugden said:
Young bloke next door hasn't introduced himself to any of his neighbors. In fact on the few occasions I have seen him and said hello, he pretends he can't see or hear me, and turns his back to me.
A couple of weeks back I was expecting a parcel. The doorbell went and the courier handed me the machine to sign on, gave me the parcel and hurried off for his next delivery. I then noticed the parcel was for our odd neighbor, not me, but the courier had gone. No problem I thought, he'll come and get it. Nope, he later phoned the courier and told them they had delivered his package to the wrong address. They explained a kindly neighbor had taken it in, but he insisted that they come back to me the next day, collect the parcel, and then deliver to him!
Could you not have taken it round to him? It would an ideal opportunity for you to introduce yourself to him.A couple of weeks back I was expecting a parcel. The doorbell went and the courier handed me the machine to sign on, gave me the parcel and hurried off for his next delivery. I then noticed the parcel was for our odd neighbor, not me, but the courier had gone. No problem I thought, he'll come and get it. Nope, he later phoned the courier and told them they had delivered his package to the wrong address. They explained a kindly neighbor had taken it in, but he insisted that they come back to me the next day, collect the parcel, and then deliver to him!
tomsugden said:
PositronicRay said:
DoubleD said:
tomsugden said:
Young bloke next door hasn't introduced himself to any of his neighbors. In fact on the few occasions I have seen him and said hello, he pretends he can't see or hear me, and turns his back to me.
A couple of weeks back I was expecting a parcel. The doorbell went and the courier handed me the machine to sign on, gave me the parcel and hurried off for his next delivery. I then noticed the parcel was for our odd neighbor, not me, but the courier had gone. No problem I thought, he'll come and get it. Nope, he later phoned the courier and told them they had delivered his package to the wrong address. They explained a kindly neighbor had taken it in, but he insisted that they come back to me the next day, collect the parcel, and then deliver to him!
Could you not have taken it round to him? It would an ideal opportunity for you to introduce yourself to him.A couple of weeks back I was expecting a parcel. The doorbell went and the courier handed me the machine to sign on, gave me the parcel and hurried off for his next delivery. I then noticed the parcel was for our odd neighbor, not me, but the courier had gone. No problem I thought, he'll come and get it. Nope, he later phoned the courier and told them they had delivered his package to the wrong address. They explained a kindly neighbor had taken it in, but he insisted that they come back to me the next day, collect the parcel, and then deliver to him!
BMR said:
I have a neighbour 2 doors down who is similar. She’s often out the back smoking and when she moved in I would shout hello to her to be ignored. Maybe she is just deaf???
Some new people moved next door to us a few months before we moved out.They seemed quite normal and pleasant if quiet, but I assume they just didn't want to bother getting to know us as we were moving out soon.
We discovered that if they were sat in their garden and we came out, they'd literally go inside. Admittedly the gardens were quite cheek by jowl.
One night we came home from the pub and they were sat outside drinking wine, so we arbitrarily went outside and they scuttled in. So we went inside... and they popped back out again.
So out we came again... <repeats>
PositronicRay said:
tomsugden said:
PositronicRay said:
DoubleD said:
tomsugden said:
Young bloke next door hasn't introduced himself to any of his neighbors. In fact on the few occasions I have seen him and said hello, he pretends he can't see or hear me, and turns his back to me.
A couple of weeks back I was expecting a parcel. The doorbell went and the courier handed me the machine to sign on, gave me the parcel and hurried off for his next delivery. I then noticed the parcel was for our odd neighbor, not me, but the courier had gone. No problem I thought, he'll come and get it. Nope, he later phoned the courier and told them they had delivered his package to the wrong address. They explained a kindly neighbor had taken it in, but he insisted that they come back to me the next day, collect the parcel, and then deliver to him!
Could you not have taken it round to him? It would an ideal opportunity for you to introduce yourself to him.A couple of weeks back I was expecting a parcel. The doorbell went and the courier handed me the machine to sign on, gave me the parcel and hurried off for his next delivery. I then noticed the parcel was for our odd neighbor, not me, but the courier had gone. No problem I thought, he'll come and get it. Nope, he later phoned the courier and told them they had delivered his package to the wrong address. They explained a kindly neighbor had taken it in, but he insisted that they come back to me the next day, collect the parcel, and then deliver to him!
tomsugden said:
PositronicRay said:
tomsugden said:
PositronicRay said:
DoubleD said:
tomsugden said:
Young bloke next door hasn't introduced himself to any of his neighbors. In fact on the few occasions I have seen him and said hello, he pretends he can't see or hear me, and turns his back to me.
A couple of weeks back I was expecting a parcel. The doorbell went and the courier handed me the machine to sign on, gave me the parcel and hurried off for his next delivery. I then noticed the parcel was for our odd neighbor, not me, but the courier had gone. No problem I thought, he'll come and get it. Nope, he later phoned the courier and told them they had delivered his package to the wrong address. They explained a kindly neighbor had taken it in, but he insisted that they come back to me the next day, collect the parcel, and then deliver to him!
Could you not have taken it round to him? It would an ideal opportunity for you to introduce yourself to him.A couple of weeks back I was expecting a parcel. The doorbell went and the courier handed me the machine to sign on, gave me the parcel and hurried off for his next delivery. I then noticed the parcel was for our odd neighbor, not me, but the courier had gone. No problem I thought, he'll come and get it. Nope, he later phoned the courier and told them they had delivered his package to the wrong address. They explained a kindly neighbor had taken it in, but he insisted that they come back to me the next day, collect the parcel, and then deliver to him!
Mind you some PHers neighbours, must be creeping round on tenterhooks for fear of being reported.
Wierdos.
Johnnytheboy said:
BMR said:
I have a neighbour 2 doors down who is similar. She’s often out the back smoking and when she moved in I would shout hello to her to be ignored. Maybe she is just deaf???
Some new people moved next door to us a few months before we moved out.They seemed quite normal and pleasant if quiet, but I assume they just didn't want to bother getting to know us as we were moving out soon.
We discovered that if they were sat in their garden and we came out, they'd literally go inside. Admittedly the gardens were quite cheek by jowl.
One night we came home from the pub and they were sat outside drinking wine, so we arbitrarily went outside and they scuttled in. So we went inside... and they popped back out again.
So out we came again... <repeats>
We had an identical couple next door. Proper weird. Not as if we tried being best buddies either, just normal pleasantries, but they would always go out of their way to avoid any contact.
ambuletz said:
PositronicRay said:
Taking the parcel round? Too neighbourly by far.
i live in a house, but there's a block of flats on my road with the same address, the post code is slightly different and it mentions the name of the block of flats on the address. despite this maybe 1-2 times a year we get mail for an address belonging to the flats. sometimes ive popped it back in the post box up the road, someetimes ive caught the postman and showed him his error. on a couple of occasions ive gone to the flat, buzzed them and gone up to give it to them in personBill said:
bobtail4x4 said:
the headlights probably will do
Apparently the steering wheel and pedals switch sides too. 
Reminded me of this concept car I saw recently:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uG8Ja8uCPeQ
Skip to 09:12
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uG8Ja8uCPeQ
Skip to 09:12
Many years ago, one summer I was lucky enough to secure a cracking deal on an apartment in an affluent area of the city I was in. It had a fairly spacious kitchen area, and a large window in the kitchen. That window overlooked the side of a huge house about 200 yards away. The side of the house that I overlooked had a bathroom with a very unusual full length floor-to-ceiling window, with frosted glass in the bottom two thirds for privacy and a clear bit on top.
I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
StuTheGrouch said:
Reminded me of this concept car I saw recently:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uG8Ja8uCPeQ
Skip to 09:12
Handy feature!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uG8Ja8uCPeQ
Skip to 09:12
CLX said:
StuTheGrouch said:
Reminded me of this concept car I saw recently:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uG8Ja8uCPeQ
Skip to 09:12
Handy feature!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uG8Ja8uCPeQ
Skip to 09:12
carguy45 said:
Many years ago, one summer I was lucky enough to secure a cracking deal on an apartment in an affluent area of the city I was in. It had a fairly spacious kitchen area, and a large window in the kitchen. That window overlooked the side of a huge house about 200 yards away. The side of the house that I overlooked had a bathroom with a very unusual full length floor-to-ceiling window, with frosted glass in the bottom two thirds for privacy and a clear bit on top.
I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
carguy45 said:
Many years ago, one summer I was lucky enough to secure a cracking deal on an apartment in an affluent area of the city I was in. It had a fairly spacious kitchen area, and a large window in the kitchen. That window overlooked the side of a huge house about 200 yards away. The side of the house that I overlooked had a bathroom with a very unusual full length floor-to-ceiling window, with frosted glass in the bottom two thirds for privacy and a clear bit on top.
I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
You cracked one out on your kitchen floor didn’t you?I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
carguy45 said:
Many years ago, one summer I was lucky enough to secure a cracking deal on an apartment in an affluent area of the city I was in. It had a fairly spacious kitchen area, and a large window in the kitchen. That window overlooked the side of a huge house about 200 yards away. The side of the house that I overlooked had a bathroom with a very unusual full length floor-to-ceiling window, with frosted glass in the bottom two thirds for privacy and a clear bit on top.
I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
And the new house window situation is...I think the residents of said house had never actually seen the bathroom window from the outside or from a distance, because from road level at their house it was pretty much obscured by a tree and hedges and weird angles due to the way the garden was structured. From my third storey apartment however, I was virtually parallel to it and looking straight in.
I discovered one day whilst chopping mushrooms that their frosted glass was useless. It probably looked fine up close, when they were sitting next to it on the throne and their eyes had nothing to take in but the blurry detail of the glass up close, but from a distance I could see pretty much everything through it. Clearly. And so it became a regular thing that I would be in the kitchen tidying or (worse) preparing meals, glance out the window and see one of them taking a $hit on the bog. At which point I'd do a Chandler Bing-esque grimace and look away.
As summer moved into winter, the evenings grew darker and the 'problem' became worse, because they were now switching on the bathroom light and the detail was becoming even clearer. And so I started to notice some strange behaviour from one of the females in the house, who appeared to be in her early 20s. She would stand starkers in the bathroom just holding her breasts whilst standing on one leg. Then switch to the other. I thought it was some kind of yoga or tantric thing, then noticed the worrying pattern : she'd always take a $hit during it. And so I started to question if it was ritualistic in nature, some kind of offering to the God of faeces.
I never really felt like a peeping Tom because I didn't really want to see in their window in the first place, and there was no sexual angle to it. So I toyed with the idea of telling them, but thought it would be very embarassing for them. Considered leaving an anonymous note at their door too, but then realised one day that they would eventually figure out it came from one of three apartments across the way which could see their bathroom, which meant I had a 33.3% chance of being wrongly labelled as some kind of pervert. So in the end, I did nothing and a year later I bought a house and moved on anyway.
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