I don't mind saying that I live on Donald Street (it's a big street, you won't find my house). I've been living here for 10 years, and prior to that, down on Cummings at Donald. I have had the absolute STRANGEST things happen to me since I've lived here. Here are some highlights and for context to some of them, me (F35):

1. There's a small walkup apartment next to me, it's 3 floors. My mom comes over to my place and parks in the driveway. For the little time she's here, another car (not anyone I knows) parks behind her and she cannot get out. I have the car towed, and a little bit later that day, there's a knock on my door. Younger woman, 20-ish. "Where's my car" she asks. I reply, "Towed". She gets teary and starts to tell me her friend (in the apartment I assume) told her she could park in MY DRIVEWAY. Basically, zero Fs given and I close the door on her. What makes you think you can park in a private driveway that's fenced off from the premises you're visiting?!

2. My house - living room in the front of the house, backdoor leads into the kitchen with a dining room between the two, all open concept. The back door is 50/50 if it's locked. Either I just put the dog out, or my roommate used it, saw I was home and didn't bother locking it. It's Saturday morning, maybe 10am. I'm sitting in the living room, drinking my coffee and my dog starts to get a little huffy. I assume my roommate's back and that's what he's hearing. Some RANDOM guy walks through my backdoor and into my kitchen. I'm so dumbfounded, I don't say anything, just stare. He sees me and says "Sorry, I thought there was an open house today" and leaves quickly. I grab my phone, take a few pics of the guy who rides away on his bike.

3. This is the latest, and the WEIRDEST incident. Again, sitting in my living room, it's 8pm-ish on a weekday. It was one of the first snows of the year, we got quite a few cms that time. A guy knocks on my door. Annoyed that I have to get up, I answer to a skinny late 20s guy that's bloodied and has flip-flops with NO SOCKS on. He starts telling me that he needs to use my phone to call his buddies and asks if he can come in to warm up. Of course, I hesitate, I don't want a random guy in my house, but he's small, obviously hurt and he HAS NO SOCKS ON in the snow. I quickly weigh the outcomes in my mind, and invite him in (I'm an ex-bartender that's worked in sketchy bars, I can easily take care of myself. Plus, my bat that's not far and my dog). I have him sit on the chair in my foyer, get him a blanket (that I later washed, TWICE). He asks me to call 2-3 of his friends, who don't answer and then I told him I'm going to call 911 because he didn't look great. He took it all in stride, but I kept asking what happened and he couldn't remember. 911 operator was as confused about the situation as I was.

I'm sure they'll be more stories, there's at least 1-2 per year, and some I've left out even. It's an odd neighbourhood, but I wouldn't leave it for the world!