When DH and I rented out condo, we had a two-faced witch neighbor. SHe was all nice and smiles, but was really passive-agressive about little things. Instead of just asking to do or not do something, she'd be a witch about it. The worst involved an empty garbage can that was not ours, that someone did not bring around to their backyard the evening after pick-up. She put it on our front porch the next day while we were at work. I dragged it back over to the corner b/c it wasn't our. She put it back on my front porch the next day, again while we were at work. We were all home both evenings, but rather than ask us about it, she assumed it was ours and God knows what she thought I was doing. Finally, I wrote a note in big, bold letters that that pail DID NOT belong to #38, and to please stop putting it on my steps. Magically, the real owner brought it to their back yard shortly thereafter. Either that, or the witch figured it was someone else's and dumped it on their front steps.
We found a great house and moved within 2 months. Good riddance to the sour pus.