do you have nick-names for your neighbors?
i have regaled you before with tales from my neighborhood(tales from the redneck hood) and we have nick-names for the folks we don’t know, coast guard guy, dog people, etc.etc. it has recently come to my attention that our nick is the “pajama people”…becuase of my schedule two weeks on two weeks off, i don’t rush off to work in the mornin, so we can be seen out in the yard in the mornin, in our pj’s letting the dog out, lookin at stuff, planin yard work, whatever……….then we get dressed do the yard work or go to town or whatever, and again becuase of my schedule, i take a nap(good for me) anyway when i get up i put my pj’s back on unless there is something for me to do or somewhere to go, i check the mail in my pj’s(really kinda loungers) look at the yard , mess with the dog whatever…..anyway we are “the pajama people”……whats goin on in your neighborhood??
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growing up, we called the mean old lady down the street “weeny which”
Yes, I do. Infact, I’ll name a few.
Negroes
Bum
Redneck
Cocksucker
i call him “the lawn mower guy” he drives his lawn mower all over his property and up and down the street lol
Nothing like thst. Nobody has nicknames for eachother but i live in the city. Not the country
There was a manic-depressive (mostly manic) woman down the hall we called Crazy Nancy. I was called Cat Lady. There’s a guy down the hall from me now whose name I don’t know and I’ve referred to him as Wheelchair Guy (he was in a severe accident – he’s ok now). Not nearly as interesting as your neighborhood.
Nope.. I don’t have nick-names for any of my neighbors. Well, sometimes we do call one of our neighbors ‘Screamer’ because she is always screaming at her kids.. (and swearing at them.. What a good mom.. not.) and we can hear her
I dread to think what the neighbours call us … but we tend to nickname people we don’t know by the particular annoying thing they do. eg
Vampire Lawnmower (always mows lawn after dark while we’re trying to eat dinner)
Chainsaw Guy (apparently he lives in a forest because he cuts down a tree every day)
Little Girl Screamy (kid that yells all the time)
The Yapping Dog Family (never trained their dog not to bark)
Sparrow Lovers (keep feeding pest birds in order to lure them to our suburb for some weird reason)
etc etc
I’m sure we annoy them as well … I sure hope so anyway.
(average lower-middle class suburbia)
YUP
CRAZY BLACK LADY…THE COKE GUY NEXT DOOR…AND THE MIDGET AROUND THE BLOCK LOL
we have seen them come and go………………
The nosy neighbor that comes running when she knows some remodeling is being done… we call her “the mayor”.
The tipsy couple, always drinking a little much, skipping their steps and falling in the bushes: “Skippers”
Teenage children next door, always with a long face: “Shrek and Fiona”…….. they sure look like them.
All without anger and a little humor.
Do I ever.
Guy accross the street runs out to the edge of his property when people drive to fast past him, while holding is martini glass and never spilling a drop or loosing the olive.
We have dubbed him ………..”Sir Martini Mark”
Retired ex militay man that used to live next store, when ever we had an accident down the street he and his tractor were always the first ones on the scene.
We dubbed him………Mayor in you face
so many……..
Rancher cob up yur bottom, always working in his garden refuseing to look up as any one walks by.
Grama 6 a day…….2 ciggerettes x3 a day. 10:00AM, 3:00PM, 9:00PM
There’s the Drug House. There actually was a drug bust there years ago (this was when we were still in Connecticut). The bank foreclosed and new people bought the house, but we still called it the Drug House.
There’s the monkey house. Their daughter has a monkey that occasionally comes to visit. She walks around the neighborhood with the monkey on her shoulder.
Then there’s Sugar’s house. Sugar is a dog. We don’t know her daddy’s name. But we do hear him calling her because she gets loose all the time. So it’s Sugar and her Sugar Daddy’s house.
The Pepsi people live up the street. He owns the local Pepsi bottling plant so there’s frequently a Pepsi truck in their driveway.
The Tag Sale people have every lawn ornament ever invented somewhere in their yard.
One neighbor just bought a red convertible Corvette. (Can you say, “Mid-life crisis?”) He loves to tool around the neighborhood in it. We’ve started calling him Mr. Breeze.
I don’t know how people refer to us, but if I were them, I’d call us the Poor Relations. We seem to be the only do-it-yourselfers here. Everyone else hires people. We’re always out there doing yard work alongside the hired folk, while the neighbors drive by on their gold carts and comment. Oh well. It’s exercise, right?
Haha funny!
On my street we have…
-the “Mercedes People” who have 3 Mercedes cars
-”Yorkie Lady” who always wears her hair with a little bow and slightly resembles a yorkie dog
-the “weird people” who live a few doors down and are just plain weird.
-and also “the boat guy” and “Jack’s dad” (Jack being a dog lol)
I know there’s others I’m forgetting but that’s the gist of it
I live on a sort of remote gated road, and there aren’t that many of us up here, but we all have nicknames.
First I should tell you what I named the road when we moved in: Wino Hill. Yep, I never saw so many wine bottles in recycle bins in my life. The neighborhood get-togethers all involve wine. Lots of it.
I felt immediately at home.
Now the homes’ nicknames:
The first house on the road, and the last (ours) are sometimes referred to as “The Bookends.” The first home is often referred to as “The Gatekeepers”. We’re sometimes called the “Top of the Hill.” Some of the other distinctive home nicknames are “The Santa Fe House” “The Modern House” “The Party House” (no, that is NOT us!)
As for neighbors’ nicknames:
We’re the “Bird People”.
One couple is “The Two Buck Chucks” (yep, they always show up with the cheap stuff!)
“The Kids” (used to be us, but then a younger couple moved in and made us feel old…)
“The Boys” (a gay couple who moved out recently, but used to get into some fights amongst themselves, but also with other neighbors – they created a huge scene over one neighbor’s goat, that led to much gossip, humor, law enforcement – the best story at our neighborhood get-togethers, now that they’re gone!)
“The Snobs” the couple that don’t wave when they drive past.
“Mr. Oleander” for some reason he had a weird thing about the oleanders on the road. He used to harass me for not watering the ones at the top of the hill more, despite my refusal to do so. He’d hike up to our place and leave notes on my wind shield wipers – to remind me.
There are a few! Gotta love thy neighbor as thyself – but don’t take down the fence!
Diagonally across from us are the “Yelling People”. The whole family communicates at the top of their lungs. Next to them is the Witch. She teaches at a private high school and hates children. She even blockades her front door at Halloween. Hmmm.
On one side of us is the Motorhome couple. They’re retired and have a gigantic motorhome in the driveway. With gas prices as they are, it’s bound to become the neighborhood landmark by staying parked. On the other side is the Ungrateful Ignoramus and his wife. I came home from work one day and his truck was sideways in the street, hemmed in by mounds where the snow had been plowed. He gunned the engine and steered while my tired middle-aged self pushed on that truck for 30 minutes. When it was out, he raced it up the drive and ran in the house. Never even thanked me. Harumpf.
Behind us are new neighbors, the Wannabees. They drive a plain white Crown Vic with a spotlight above the driver’s side mirror. Another neighbor is “Cheez-Whiz”. He wears his Green Bay Packer (Cheesehead) jacket and allows his dog to whiz on the flowers around my mailbox, killing them all.
and I can imagine what they call me…