In the house that I grew up as a child our family lived in a neighborhood that posessed very nosy people. Our neighbor to our left was always looking through a hole in the fence or overtop of the fence to see what we were doing in our backyard. Our other neighbor to our right had a little mutt for a dog and a mutt for a wife. In the summer time I would have my bedroom window open which was directly facing their house and I would hear the wife of the family yapping to her husband as they were outside in their garden. All she would do is bitch and moan about the way that our house looked and how we didn't upkeep our lawn and how the pinecones from our spruce tree fell on their property and so on. 

I had met a man many years ago that was in his early twenties named Dalton Gilette. We had worked together in the same restaurant where he was a prep chef and I was a food expediter. At first Dalton seemed like a normal guy, as he was fun and outgoing. But as time passed I noticed that he was creeping on many of the female servers. I remember one time when one of female servers named Kelly, who was an absolute smoke show with massive breasts, was sitting on her break. Dalton walked up beside her, just close enough that she could not see him out of the corner of her eye. For five minutes he stood there looking down her shirt with a big smile on his face and then walked away without her knowing.