One of my neighbors called the cops when my friend and I were standing in my driveway making fun of the stop sign that they lobbied to have put in our front yard.
Most of my parents' neighbors suck. A bunch of pretentious holier-than-thou snobs. For a while, we were constantly having disputes with our neighbors. They hated the fact that I constantly worked on my Camaro in the driveway, and they hate the fact that it sits under a cover in the driveway now. Stuff like them putting in fences that didn't meet the neighborhood's architectural guidelines/approval, resulting in the erosion of all of the grass out of our backyard. When we approached them in a very civil neighbor-to-neigbhor manner, they verbally attacked us and refused to do anything about their fence. We could have easily brought litigation against them and been victorious, but instead, we built an attractive short retaining wall out of landscaping timbers to keep their runoff from eroding our yard. They respond by getting all pissed off at us and killing the grass on the side of our house with Roundup. Their kids hit baseballs into my Camaro, putting two nice dents in the rear quarter panel, one of which ended up cracking the paint and is now rusting. Lots of little things like that over the course of several years really wear on you.
The thing is, no matter how open you are to compromise and working things out, people in the South don't want to work things out. Everyone down here wants their own way and they get pissed if they don't get it. Whoever made up that crap about Southern Hospitality was full of it. There is no such thing.
After having lived next to people like this for 15 years, I'd just as soon live out by myself in the middle of nowhere.