My neighbours.

The owners of each house across street from us are nice enough. They are each independently wealthy, and each have their garages set up as man caves. They are out there from 9:00 am until 1:00 am, 365 days a year, whether it’s -30°C or 30°C. Watching TV, listening to tunes, running their Harleys and sports cars, drinking, getting high, carrying on. Their respective buddies show up whenever their wives kick them out for the day. I cannot leave the front of my house without engaging. They’ll see me walking my dog and tag along. I could be leaving for work and they’ll just stand behind my car yammering on.