Do you give your neighbors a nickname?

The Hares (as in Hare Krishnas).

My husband has a name for the man on the other side of our property, but I’m too polite to use it.

Our downstairs neighbors are angry woman and sad husband. They fight almost every day. At 2:00 in the morning.

I have one for the family next door whose two giant dogs never stop barking.

But I can’t tell it to you here without having a mod delete it and ban me from Fluther forever.

My next-door neighbour Judy has a son, Vincent, and a husband.

Both Vincent and Judy call Judy’s husband Daddy. After 2 years living next to them I still don’t know his given name. In our house we call him Daddy. When I meet him I just find ways not to use a name. Seems weird to have to ask for it now.

“The people nextdoor/below.” We don’t really know them but some seem nice.

No, but I give many people nicknames in my head.

We have a neighbor who occasionally screams at his children in a very creepy and unpleasant voice. Whenever he does we shakes our heads and say: “Here goes the volcano dad again”.

The two men upstairs that are “roommates” are “the boys” even though they are in their sixties.

Cat woman lived next door but moved 5 years ago. She had at least 9 cats, and at times up to a dozen. They roamed the neighborhood at will, pooped in all the yards and gardens. At any given time at least one of them was MIA , and the catwoman suspected all of her neighbors (including us) of foul play. We don’t miss her at all.

I know my neighbours names, so…. no. Oh, for a while, I called a kid Accordion kid and then asked his dad, Kent, what his name was and he said Martin. I do have to admit to something here, though. We have a few female asian wives and nannies in the neighbourhood and I get them confused. I am so sorry, but when everyone is bundled up in jackets, hats and such I dont know who is who when I can only see the long straight black hair poking out… I am so sorry and mortified.

At my holiday house the man next door didn’t introduce himself when we did so he is M. Moustache. The man who has a vegetable patch did tell us but I have forgotten if it is Maurice or Marcel. He’s in his 80s so Maurice suits him better, however he is M. Vegetables. Then there is Old Man and Eric the farmer. We are a bit ashamed we don’t know them better. M. Moustache is thawing a bit towards us and M. Vegetables is always friendly

Usually not. Usually I know my neighbor’s names. Although, I do sometimes say, “our neighbor X,” or, “X next door,” or similar. Especially, if I know more than one person with that name. That’s using their real name but adding neighbor as an identifier.

I did have “the Puerto Rican neighbor’s across the street” at one house I lived in to differentiate them from the other neighbor’s we had across the street. I didn’t know all of the names of my neighbor’s across the street when I lived there.

Yes, they have ALL been nicknamed according to idiosyncrasies, habits, appearance,behavior etc. I often wonder what they call me!

Duke
Earl
Lord
Baron

ucme lives is such a weird fantasy world.

@ucme: Don’t forget “wench.”

Piano guy.

Where I live now most people have their names on the lamppost in front of their houses, so you know their names even if you haven’t met them yet.

There’s White Lightning, the chick in the sports car who constantly speeds down our 30mph road like it’s a drag strip. She’s the one who ran over my dog. (He’s OK now)

There’s Cat Lady, who leaves paper plates full of cat food all over the neighborhood.

There’s Stinky, the other cat lady who smells like urine and stands on her back porch screaming at the cats.

And then there’s Asshole, who lives next door and there are so many issues there it’s not even funny.

cazzie lives in such a miserable, negative world

@jca The saucy wench from below stairs is reserved for our maid ;-}

Over the years I have had ” The Creeper”. A creepy guy that was obsessed with me in my 20’s and lived in the downstairs apt. I hated taking a shower or flushing the toilet because I knew he could here me. He was always lurking and trying to chat me up and he was really weird.
The retired postman that was known as “Postal” and was the resident grumpy neighbor 15 acres over that liked to shoot his guns at random and once dropped a tree branch on my head when I was out on my property one afternoon, with a random shot. 0–0
Joan of snark”, ( bitchy, old lady gossip type. ) “Casa De Chaos” the messy, never complete a project types that always had stuff everywhere.

My newest neighbor I have just dubbed ” Grandpa.” He is a delightful, almost 88 yr. old retired builder that is constantly out in his work shop, puttering about in his golf cart or driving his backhoe around the properties, just because, you never know when a boulder might need to be moved and stirring up the dust is fun. lol
The only annoyance is that last week I had JUST washed my car and he came by on his backhoe and covered my car is dust again. haha
Such is life in these CA. hills, at least everyones vehicles look equally dusty all the time. lol

I haven’t. But I ran in to a common neighbor at the park, and he and his wife have named the neighbor’s directly across the street from us “The Clampets.” I rolled. So fitting. They are so trashy.

Hey..I love the Clampets! Maybe not next door to me though. Then again, if granny wants to plow up the front yard and plant corn, well, have fun granny! lol

“Arsehole”

Edit: I knew he could HEAR me, not HERE me. Gah I hate when that happens and it;s too late to edit.lol

As a teen in the eighties, my brothers & I had several names we’d tag on our neighbours.

Wally Wimp
Limey
One Eye

“Wally” was a pathetic weed of a man, scared of his own shadow

“Limey” so called because he favoured wearing green shirts

“One Eye” an elderly woman who wore a black eye patch

Our business has man living next door that no one seems to like.
I nicknamed him “Dicklick” and it stuck.

Sex is a funny thing. It’s the most wanted commodity in the world. Most valued. Most sought after. Yet we consistently use words pertaining to sex to insult people!

“Asswipe” was in the running, @Dutchess_III if that helps.
One of our workers has adopted the variation, “Dickweed”, oddly enough.

According to Dictionary.com, the #1 usage of the word dick is “a detective”.

my comment about @ucme ‘s weird fantasy world wasn’t meant as an insult. In my world weird is mostly good and a compliment, so… yeah, thanks for that witty comeback.

Maybe try talking to me rather than about me, clumsily worded posts are notoriously difficult to understand

That’s ok, I now know what you think of me. fine.

Now, now, turn that frown upside down…I can see the corners of your mouth twitching, there you go ;-}

Don’t worry @cazzie. That @ucme can be a real turd, but if we whisper quietly enough it’ll be okay.
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Haha, who rattled your cage daft boy?
Now shush & go about your business, there’s a good lad

Don’t make me turn this car around, kids.

Are we there yet mommy?

I have to go to the bathroom!

We’ll be there when we get there, and I told you to go before we left the house.

But I have to go NOW and I want ice cream!

No fair, me wanna ice lolly, I aksed furst too <whimper>

Given their tendencies to occasionally block my driveway and inadvertently litter my property, apartment-dwelling scum comes to mind.

This has led to me becoming a residencist bigot! ;-o

Never mind, my link wouldn’t take.

That was my link anyway! Give it back @Coloma!

I bust out laughing at this question. We have the oddest neighbours. Really odd. Very unfriendly I might add too. However, we call one the ‘pink panther’ since she wears a pink coat every day and walks much like the pink panther.

She lives with her equally unfriendly sister, which we call ‘the blister’. (I don’t want to know what they call us!).

My neighbors these days are boringly normal. But when I was growing up, I lived on a dead end street that was off another dead end street. When I first remember being old enough to play outside, there were four houses on the street, and I was the only child. There was an older lady to our north, I called her “Grandma G”. The lady that lived in the house to the south was “Mrs. D.”, I believe she was a widow, and went to work every day. This was unusual in the 1950’s. Across the street were the “Irish Sisters”, three very old women who seemed to always have fresh-baked cookies, and had an old phone with the a separate mouthpiece and earpiece, like this.