A Locking Mailbox
I lived in the country. My neighbor, who was old, was about a three-minute drive down the road from me. He used to have a mailbox next to mine, would go through my mail, then bring it to my door. He would take my magazines and then put them back a day or two later. I got a locking mailbox.
Then, suddenly, one day, it fell over, and he came over in a panic. He told me that a locking mailbox was too heavy and I had to use a regular box. I called the sheriff on him, and a few days later, he got a new mailbox installed at his house.
He would also go through my recycling and then judge me based on the number of booze bottles he found. The funny thing was, I barely drank. So, I would have a month or two worth of bottles dumped out at a time. Therefore, he thought I was going on an occasional bender.
Finally, one day he came over to tell me to clean my gutters. I had enough. I told him to get out of my face and never come over uninvited again. He drove up a few days later and asked, “So when is that invite coming? I thought my wife and I were supposed to be expecting an invite soon”.
I told him, “Never, get out of here. You creep me out”. Story credit: Reddit / (Indigo_Mockingbird)