One night I stepped out to walk to the liquor store and my neighbour across the street was sitting on his porch playing the piano accordion.

When I say playing, I mean absolutely shredding. This old Italian guy in his 60's just amazing.

I waited till he was finished and gave him some applause.

He called out a quick "Thank you!" and launched into another tune.

What a legend.

I heard screaming from over the fence one day. Look over to see her yelling at her son and throwing KFC chicken pieces at the kid because apparently the little jerk ate the skin off all of the chicken she brought home for everyone and left just the meat behind. Nearly peed myself laughing.

I'm Filipino and grew up in the suburbs of the Philippines. Once the neighborhood got word that an American family was moving into one of the houses near us, everyone got curious, especially us kids. We'd never seen white people before, except on TV.


The family was pleasant enough and we were encouraged not to treat them differently. The kids became our friends and we played together a lot. They were just like any other family. But the weirdest thing they did, which I'll never forget, is when the family went abroad in September. They came back in February. Then, the parents went door-to-door, asking all their neighbors to help them out: apparently, since their kids missed Halloween, they were going to Trick or Treat in February, in costume. They gave every house candy that we were supposed to give back to their kids when they did their trick or treating. We all participated since there was no harm in doing so, (plus they gave us extra candy to keep for ourselves) but the image of their kids trick or treating in full costume at 9:00 AM in the middle of February has always stuck with me. I even asked my parents at one point why they were doing that and I was just told "it's because they're American.".

My neighbors are a couple that dress the same way that I did in middle school. I don't mean to hate on them, they've always been nice to me and my girlfriend, but I can't help but think the studded bracelets, a skull wreath on their door and Jack Skellington tattoos are a little weird for people of their age. Maybe it's just me. Regardless, I never had a reason not to like them, so we got on just fine.



Anyway, one day I'm taking my trash out and I notice that the guy neighbor followed me down the stairs. No biggie, he could've been doing laundry or something else. I thought nothing of it. When I toss my garbage in the can, I turn around and catch a glimpse of him tucking around a corner. I walk over and see him holding a video camera.



I asked what he was filming and he says "You. I'm shooting a horror movie and I wanted to catch you off guard so you wouldn't appear to be 'acting'." I told him that it wasn't really okay to just be filming people in secret without their consent, especially if he planned to publish it in some way.



He apologized insincerely and I let it go, under the condition that he not do it again and to cut that shot out of the movie.



He texted me a link weeks later of his movie. He never cut the scene out. There I am, walking to take the trash out. You can even see me lift a leg and let out a little fart. Goddamnit.

Shovelled my driveway for me while drunk at 10pm. He didn't do an amazing job, but I appreciated the intent.

My neighbour looked over his fence, looked at me straight in the eyes and said 'the last time I looked at somebody like this, they passed away a week later'

After that he just went back to his business like the conversation never even happened.

Edit: I was about 8 when he said this to me! So I spent the next week living in fear. I'm alive and well, F you, Ray!

I was the weird neighbour apparently.

Early twenties me bought a house whilst I was still at uni. Mostly I had lodgers but one Christmas I didn't. So it was just me for all of December and January. January it snows pretty badly ( for the UK) I hadn't seen snow like that for years. I get excited. I'm a big kid at heart. So I decide to build a snowman. It's fairly late at night and I've been drinking. I didn't have outdoor lighting for the back garden so I thought I'd build my snowman in my small front garden.

I built a glorious snowman. But then I decided he was a bit dull. Over the next few hours I dressed him in a variety of outfits. Including a Viking beard, helmet, and club, a burlesque outfit, complete with snow bust, corset, top hat, and whip, a pirate hat, beard, eye patch and cutlass and as a vampire with bloods dripping from his fake fangs. I finally got bored with this about 1am and went to bed.

2 weeks later the previous snow has melted away but it's snowing again. As I return from work the woman across the street races over to ask me if I'll be entertaining them again tonight. I look blank. Apparently her and her family had some friends over that night and had sat in the dark watching me and my snowman costume party. She wanted to know if I was planning a repeat performance so she could get her friends over.

That breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It was actually a marketing plan for the Kellog cereal.

I’m not eating/drinking that. It’s got chemicals in it.

No s**t! Find me something that doesn’t contain chemicals.

There's a "natural" gum advertising on TikTok that claims to "repair and regrow" tooth enamel.

No. No it doesn't.