So guys, here we go.
This is my neighbor and his wife in a very brief description:
Snotty, unkindly, ignorant, insulting and smugly.
They´ve got, at least I think, two children: a boy and a girl.
My first impression they are like they are because they don´t know us.
My second impression:
One morning I stood in the frontyard, fighting the battle against weeds when Mr. X, he didn´t introduce himself, went sneakily behind my back only to examine what I was doing. When I finally noticed him, it freaked me out and it took hours to find the stop button on my ipod.
However, there was no "hello" or something else. He pointed to one big flower, which looked like some kind of a huge weedthingie, and asked if I would remove this one, too. I answered that I will surely do that when I will be finished with all the rest. He looked at me and said, he would do that for you. I said that is a very kind thing to do.
30 seconds later, I swaer he must have had everything ready in his garage, he came back with a field hoe and began to work. After that he sprayed half of my shrubberies with a weed killer. Again I thanked him and guess what he said: "You don´t have to thank me. I did it for myself because your weed seeds are flying onto my lawn and I don´t want to have weeds on my lawn."
With that he turned around without saying goodbye.
That was my second impression.
The third one:
Monday morning: I stood in the front yard to water my newly planted, beautiful flowers when SHE came out of the door. Kindly, as I am, I said "Good morning" only to receive, I guess you already know the answer, nothing. Not even the singlest glance.
Ok, I thought, maybe she didn´t hear me.
A few minutes later her husband left the house. Again I said "Good morning" and well, no answer.
Nice.
A few days later I went to San Francisco for some shopping. When I came back I thought that something looked strange with the pavement of my neighbor and his next neighbor. So I rang the bell to talk to Carol.
I said "Carol, what happened to that dead shrubbery on the pavement."
"Well", she said, "that´s a little bit strange. We´ve asked our neighbor, THE neighbor, what he thinks about removing it. It´s pretty dead and looks like a dead tree. He didn´t want us to remove the part on his side and we decided we remove only the part which is on our side of the pavement".
"Jeez, that doesn´t look better at all !"
"Do you know what he did when we moved in a few months ago ?"
"No, what ?"
"Actually in the first three weeks he mowed our front lawn. I thought that is really nice because we had so much to do and stuff. I went over to thank him and he said, that now, that we have settled down, we could do it instead of him because our weed seeds are flying over on his lawn."
Guess what, I told my story and we had a lot to laugh about.
Then my big day came:
Again I stood in the front garden to water my plants when he came out of the house. After I greeted him two times I told him, I will have a gardener coming in the same day, to help me with the weeds in the backyard. He said that´s a great idea.
I thought that, too, because I already knew the outcome would be pleasant for me but not for him.
So the gardener came. Actually there were two guys in the backyard while I had my coffee in the living room, watching them. While I served them a German lunch I told them a little bit of my neighbor and they said, he already instructed them how the shrubberies in the front yard needed to be cut. I told them: No mercy, cut all the weeds away. That´s what they did and I sat back in my chair and watched. Kinda like Christmas because there where a lot of weeds flying around and luckily, means I am mean to still enjoy the memory of my neighbors face, the wind blew in the right direction. So all these small "snowflakes" went away over the fence to find a new home just to thrive and prosper where ever they want to settle down.
Carol came by and we both sat back, enjoying our coffee and the show. My neighbors red face behind his fence, picking up weed seeds.
I said, he should try to pick them up with a vacuum cleaner and we laughed again.
Three weeks later the doorbell rang. Mr. Neighbor, we still don´t know his name, asked to remove one of our palms in the front yard. I asked him why because it looked like this palm stood there for quite a while. Now suddenly he´s afraid his poor baby boy might have an accident with his bike and should he fall on the floor he might cut himself on the palm.
I said I would discuss that with my husband and we did. Honestly, we decided to leave the palm where it is but then we got a hint from someone on the upper end of our street. She told my husband that this guy is very well known for filing a lawsuit and that he´s capable of hurting himself on our palm. So now the palm´s history.
Too, bad. :-(
But what I wanted to say, do you have similar "feelings" like I had when all the seeds were flying around ? Just now, by telling you guys this story, I am again giggling because being mean´s sometimes really funny.
Sleepy's inventory
savedbygrace, that would have freaked me away ! You're certainly glad he moved away. 
