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Interesting how this devolved from a friendly meeting between neighbours over a loaf of freshly baked bread and a possible game of hoops to how much people hate their neighbours.
I don't have all that many interactions with my neighbours. We are the only ang mohs (white people) in our condo block. When we meet our neighbours in the elevator there are always pleasant hellos but not much else... with one notable exception.
One night there was a knock at my door. I answered it to find a gentleman holding my wallet and asking if it was mine. Turns out I had dropped it by the mailboxes next to the elevator doors. He figured by the ID that it likely belonged to the only white guy in our block. Since that time, if I happen to be leaving for work when he is, he offers me a lift to work as it is on his way.
The only bad neighbours I have are the monkeys that break into my kitchen to steal my fruit. But there is just no reasoning with monkeys.
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