does the teacher still live there?

When I was dropping my HOA fee into the box today, the office door opened and I saw a little boy at the door and the property manager sitting at a desk opening envelopes as he asked me, "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Uh, sure. What's going on?" I responded as I walked up to the desk wondering if this would be about church, his wife (whom I visit teach) or the complex.
"So, are you friends with Cottonwood Heights police officers? Or have you talked to them a lot?"
"Eh, no," I nervously said.
"Oh, well, I was talking to some officers today about your neighbors and one of them asked me if the teacher still lived across from them. I said, 'Oh, you mean Adrienne? Yeah. She still lives there.'"
"That's kind of weird because I've only called the police on those people once and talked to cops once about them."
[for that story, click here: Calling 911]
"Interesting. They know who you are!" he concluded, smiling.
Then, he preceded to tell me about my "wonderful" neighbors and how the complex and the city are trying to revoke the mortgage and have them kicked out. I learned that in order for the city to declare someone a nuisance, they have to have the cops called on them a lot and have been causing a lot of problems. I was told to call the cops for anything that they do that's annoying and to call the manager if I ever feel threatened or scared and he'll come check it out and call the cops. It sort of made me wonder what besides selling drugs, getting drunk, overdosing occasionally they do in there. Apparently, they used to store their drugs in their place but now they keep them in the field between us and some houses; the manager found the stash today.

Interesting. The good thing is that all the rest of my neighbors are really good people and not at all the psycho people who are across from me. Another positive is that they don't use their front door, preferring the sliding door, so I don't see them come in and out by my door (other than the crazy nights when they overdose [for that story, click here: Cops and ambulances] and the cops bust in through the door-- but that's only happened a couple of times since I've been here.)

The moral of this story is that you never know what goes on behind closed doors. And if you have to file a police report with cops, they're going to remember you if you live in their "beat," even if it's been months since you've had contact with them.