God, were you really serious about that whole "love your neighbor" thing?
I mean, really, have you met my neighbors?
You know, the ones whose son used to smoke pot with his friends in the front yard, during the day, while my kids ate lunch in the kitchen looking out the window to the front yard, wondering what all that smoke was from.
You know...the son who had the cops banging on the front door shouting, "We know you're in there! OPEN THE DOOR....NOW!"
The same neighbors who mow two feet over into our yard. Every. Single. Time. They. Mow.
The same neighbors who can't seem to tell by the fence and the fact that their lawn mower is literally two inches from the walls of our home, that they are on our property.
The same neighbors who decided that having a real, live rooster in their backyard in a crowded subdivision would be a great idea.
You didn't literally mean neighbors, did you? Can I just love my grocer and dentist instead?