swissarmygirl
He talks really loud and his kids are already playing football on the front steps.
I have one of those; moved in recently. His "normal" conversation voice can be heard from across the street, and my bedroom window is just 25 feet (if that) away, directly across from their living room. I call him "the foghorn". When I hear him when I'm in my house, I say, "Shut the **** up, foghorn." He doesn't hear me.
I was watering one day right after they moved in and our paths crossed; I told him, "Hi! How're you doin'. My name's Chris. When I get back to work here in the next two weeks, I gotta get up at 4:30 a.m. Things are kinda quiet after 10 PM. Just givin' you a heads up."
I don't think he liked that. Things haven't been too bad.
