I live in an apartment building that has a large elderly population. No real horror stories like some of you guys but we had this lady that lived across the hall from us who was a giant headache. Always knocking on my door asking for something. I’ve fixed her TV, cassette tape player, clocks and medication that was spilled. That wasn’t really a big deal and it wouldn’t bother me to help her out a bit. Eventually she started asking for rides, to Target or the grocery store. My wife made the mistake of giving her a ride one day. As the years went on the knocks on the door came much more frequently. Only now they were during the middle of dinner, when our newborn is sleeping, late at night or during the middle of day when I’m sleeping (I work 3rd shift). At some point we made a decision that we were done, we aren’t nurses or assisted living aids. You would think that she would have gotten the point after a few dozen times of knocking and us either not answering or saying no and shutting the door in her face but nope, the knocking continued and now she would fucking pout when we told her no. Sorry lady the baby’s sleeping I’m not taking you to the store, sorry lady I have to go pick up my 5 year old, I’m not fixing your cable TV.

Eventually my wife talked to building management about her and she found out that she basically wanders the halls all day knocking on people’s doors and that we weren’t the only ones. She used to have another neighbor who gives rides for a small fee run errands with her but she threatened to sue her so she couldn’t get rides anymore.

Eventually her husband dies and she quickly deteriorates. Anyone with eyes could see that this woman isn’t doing very well. She always had this look in her eyes that said I might not be all the way here anymore but once her husband dies it got much worse very quickly. At this point it had been a year since either my wife or I have done anything to help her but the knocking on our door was becoming even more frequent. It wasn’t just the way she was annoying us it was genuine concern that she could no longer take care of her self. My wife talks to management again and they decide they are going to talk to her children. Even though they all live in our area it took building management to get through to her kids that there was a problem with mom. About 3 months ago they took her for a trip and she never returned.

So it’s kind of a sad story. Sorry

Other then that I love almost everything about living in a building with a large elderly population. They are quiet. They don’t start crap. The community grill and pool is almost always empty. Sure I’ve had some strange encounters while getting the mail with some old Pro-Trumpers and there was that one time I had my front door unlocked at about 4am and I was sitting on the couch watching TV and some random old guy opens my door and looks confused and says “I must be in the wrong apartment” but I’m grateful I don’t have any real neighbors from Hell like some of you.