Problem neighbors

No matter what state or country we live in, there's alway at least one problem neighbor. My list of annoying neighbors includes:

• An obsessive-compulsive woman, living in the apartment above us, who repeatedly slammed her front door which was adjacent to my children's bedroom. The door slamming was followed by lock checking. She repeated the cycle of door slamming and lock checking until she was satified the door was securely locked. Repeated cabinet slamming followed soon after. Our pleas for her to stop waking the baby were ignored. Instead, she'd cram over-ripened bananas through our mail slot--a well-intentioned gesture that we didn't appreciate, especially when the unwanted gifts landed out-of-site.
  
• A young woman with the morals of an alley cat, who expected us to babysit without advance notice.
  
• A group of college guys who put Animal House to shame.
  
• An overweight, peroxide blonde stripper with rotten teeth, who liked to parade around in next to nothing. The maintenance men loved her until she skipped out on the rent.
  
• A twenty-something troublemaker who convinced an elderly neighbor that he belonged to his gang. The boy scammed the man out of a bunch of money and even accompanied him to the bank to ensure that he paid the money he supposedly owed. Fortunately, the bank notified the family that something was wrong. And things were much worse than anyone imagined. The boy and his fellow gang members forced the old man to drive them around town in the middle of the night. No doubt he unwittingly aided and abetted their criminal activities. What's really sad is that the man told the police the hoodlums were his friends. His family had to put him in a nursing home so he'd be safe. The old man, who probably served as a getaway driver, is essentially imprisoned in a nursing home, while his gang "friends" are free to take advantage of others.

Most of our problem neighbors were merely annoying. We never expected to find strippers or criminals living in middle-class neighborhoods....