I was walking back from the gas station and the cold was already in my lungs and I just wanted to get inside and warm up and then I saw…my neighbor from hell walking down the hill towards me. He didn’t see me so I darted behind someone’s house, then cut through two backyards up to my house. Now I say I’m lucky because no one was home at those 3 houses, and my ass could have potentially been shot by some unhinged boomer who keeps a shotgun by the door.
My neighbor sucks and when he’s drunk (which is all the time) he doesn’t respect your time and tries to talk your ear off about how evil “Mexicans” are and how his life is shit because his license got taken away for multiple DUIs.
Suburbs suck.
My way of dealing with guys like that is just keep walking. You can be friendly with them, and they might yap at you all the way to your front door. But then you hit em with the “sorry buddy, I gotta get back to making dinner” or whatever excuse and in ya go. If he didn’t suck I’d even say invite him in and let him keep yapping because sometimes people need somebody to yap at. But with racists and other douchebags, being pure “Can’t talk now sorry” mode and staying firm about it is pretty good.
Disregard if he’s unstable/violent. I’m just imagining old lonely divorced dad energy, not all the other varieties of reactionary drunks you might encounter like pokemon on a suburban street