[Niteranger68]

They should just continue to smoke in their unit and make sure they are never caught red-handed, since I doubt a search warrant would ever be issued for something so petty. They could also keep a pot of boiled cabbage constantly going on the stove. That has a unique smell the neighbors would enjoy. By the way, how do you prove "smell" in a court of law? And why isn't the manufacturer of the dwelling responsible for cross-ventilation problems? And why are the other residents living in joined housing if the private acts of their neighbors are so offensive?

[twigs]

Wasn't it James Joyce who had cabbage cooking in his literature as a symbol of the poorer class?

[3AngelaD]

Okay, I see a strategy and tactics coming together here. Passive resistance. First, the constantly simmering cabbage and curry (when cabbage and curry are outlawed, only .....), then, a vacation with the fish supply accidently left out of the frige. An endlessly looping tape with a crying baby. This would keep them busy updating their HOA rules.

[Atlas Sneezed]

And why are the other residents living in joined housing if the private acts of their neighbors are so offensive?

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Because they knew that they would be protected by the rules, and that a majority could amend the rules to prevent thoughtless behavior by a rude neighbor (such as one who boils cabbage regularly to deliberately create a nuisance.)

[Rb ver. 2.0]

"By the way, how do you prove "smell" in a court of law?"

You reward the HOA with the "sound" of jingling money.

[JZelle]

Good questions

[eXe]

"They should just continue to smoke in their unit and make sure they are never caught red-handed"

That is exacly what I would do. Enough is enough..

[Xenalyte]

They could also keep a pot of boiled cabbage constantly going on the stove. That has a unique smell the neighbors would enjoy.

When we were growing up, in the '80s when poufy Texas hair was deemed a good thing, occasionally my mother would perm my very thick hair - it took three or four hours to roll it all up.

One Saturday, unaware of the beauty plans of the women in his household, my dad decided to make sauerkraut.

My sister and brother had to leave the house. I wished I could - my eyes were watering - but Mom wouldn't let me up for air until I was completely rolled.

That was 25 years ago, and on quiet clear days, I can still smell the sauerkraut/perm combination, God help me.