Just one more reason not to put up with the nonsense of living in an apartment or condo.
I lived in three apartments over a five year period, and had some kind of problems in all three. I had a neighbor who had a junkyard quailty old Corvette that had no exhaust on it, and he started it and let it warm up right next to my bedroom window every morning. Did I cry to the manager? No. My dog barked once in a while, and he cried constantly about it. I had him DEBARKED when he needed surgery for something else anyway, and the pinhead STILL complained to the manager, who it turned out he was dating. I got the boot soon after.
The place before that I had problems with the landlord ( A high priced hooker!) and her idiot boyfriend/pimp. If he wasn't trying to come inside, he was crying about something outside. Some kids took some plexiglass he had sitting in my garage, and he blamed me for it. I was doing him a favor by letting them put it there in the first place! I changed the locks, and he went nuts, and then tried to break in one night, and was chased out by my older dog. I had no problems until then with the hooker, but she got on my case, so I left ASAP.
The last place was crazy, I had phone calls made to Hawaii from neighbors patching into my phone lines. They got busted because everyone knew they had grown up there (Dad was in the Navy), and told the phone company when they got their bills for unmade calls. The phone company pressed charges due to the huge number of calls made and for how long it continued. I also had another hooker and her boyfriend/pimp living next to me. He was fine, she hated me from day one, and called the manager and accused me of not picking up from my dog constantly. One time the manager comes running out from her office accusing my dog dumping in front of her door minutes before that. I just tossed the full bag of it I was carrying at her feet. After that, the hooker called me everytime I played my stereo louder than very low.
I started calling her up, then the manager when her and the boyfriend would start fighting.
When I got out I swore I would live in a trailer in the back of some rental property before I will live in an apartment or condo again. A friend of mine is about to lose his mind living in a condo while waiting for his new house to get done. He signs a lease for the place, then finds out the head of the associaton is a guy who he went from kindergarten to high school with, and never got along with. The guy has caused him no end of problems, and with 3 months to go, it's like torture for him and his wife. Their son is living with his Uncle to keep him out of trouble with the assoc for breathing or something.