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!
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. ;)
hahaha takin' one for the team