lol Everyone seems to have a Jerry for a neighbour (spelling it your way out of respect lol). The one I had was an elderly lady that was given the name Mrs. Doubtfire. Boy, was she a piece of work. She would swoop down on you out of nowhere, like a hawk on a field mouse. It got to where nobody wanted to go out of their house lol. Moved out of there and am now out in the country...much better!
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Ya you know the type!
I can get along with anyone. It is a blessing or a curse depending upon the person. Jerry is the exception because he is a crabby old boomer without a cause outside of his yard and he NEEDS me to be his enemy so he has a purpose. I guess that is the role I must play. ;)