Life is funny. Live fourteen years in a home and I barely know any neighbors. Move out, and I keep running into them (quite literally [1] in some cases).
While waiting for the Accident Investigator [2] to show up, two of my ex-neighbors came driving up and asking how I'm doing and what's going on (and one ex-neighbor had already moved out of her condo; what she was doing back there I don't know). And the gentleman I ran into [3] not only knew of me, but had known my Mom and Grandma when they both lived there.
And it turns out he too is sick of the Condo Commandos and if he had the choice, would sell his unit and leave.
When senior citizens start complaining about the Condo Commandos, you just know it's got to be bad.