Thanks to either George Carlin or Jerry Seinfeld, I've been calling apartments "togetherments" ever since I heard that.
MUCH better descriptive title.
In my 20's, I was the maintenance man at an 80 unit complex for about 2.5 years.
Those were frame construction, and I swear i am not making this up.....the walls were so thin and poorly insulated that you could her your neighbors fart and sneeze.
That said, I've never lived in a togetherment unless you count the time when I was 2.
...and lucky me, the two worst neighbors I've had were-
1- the lady that was a traffic light maintainer for the county that parked her county diesel truck 12 feet from my bedroom, and started it at 5:00 am to let it idle for 1.5 hours before she left for work. I got up at 6:00 and had to be at work by 7:00. Typically leaving the house around 6:40. Frequently that truck was still idling when I left. Kinda pissed about being woke up an hour early, and also because those were my tax dollars.
2- the preacher that moved in next door and was constantly right outside my back door. Not once or twice a week, but dang near every single time I went out back. Different house on a 1/2 acre lot. Not sure what he was doing, but come on, you're outside, and at the closest possible position to my back door.....every single time I walk out my back door? This same guy- I had removed the gate from my driveway to the back yard in order to allow a wide trailer to get back there.....The neighbor, has an electric gate that is supposed to have a rubber pad to cushion the impact when it shuts. One Saturday morning about 6:00 am, I woke up to that gate slamming and rebounding against the closure. Obviously the rubber bumper had come off. Then not 5 minutes later it happened again...and again. The master BR in that house is on their driveway side. This kept going on for about 1/2 hour. SLAM, BANG, Bang, bang. SLAM, BANG, Bang, bang....about 3 times every ten minutes. After the 30th time, I got up and went out side. I see they are setting up for a yard sale. I politely say that the slamming and banging is disturbing my wife, who is trying sleep at 6:30 am on Saturday, and suggest that A- the rubber has come off and needs replaced, and B- I believe you could prop the gate open. In stead of apologizing (remember this guy is a preacher), he immediate snaps- "are you gonna' fill in that hole" motioning to the hole, on my property, where the gate post was. I was a bit in shock, as I certainly didn't expect immediate retaliation to a neighborly request to act...well, neighborly. Thankfully a short while after that yard sale, they moved, citing inability to make the payments (I didn't ask, he volunteered).