I have lovely neighbors and really feel lucky for that.
My neighbors on one side have grown children and are both retired. They are just a lovely couple and they remind me of my parents. The husband has a line of fruit trees right on our border. This year he has a plum tree with amazingly large, plump fruit and he and I have had many conversations on how unexpected they were. We had some weird weather fluctuations and apparently it was just perfect for these plums, but he got nothing from the apricots this year. He prunes all his trees at the right time and really cares for them, so he is really proud of how well they turned out. There aren't bushels of plums, but the ones he's got are gorgeous.
The other day, I saw a family of four walking their dog and they stopped and helped themselves to the plums. Because it's on the border of our properties, I saw them do it from my living room but I don't think it's visible to his house unless he was outside or in the garage. The father took like a shirt full and gave them to his wife and kids, and they all stopped in front of my house, sat on the swing that hangs from our tree, and ate the plums, tossing the pits on my lawn. I was home alone with my youngest and really didn't want to confront them because the husband especially looked a little "tough". But it did occur to me that besides being horrible behavior, by throwing all their pits on my lawn it might look like I took them! Jerks.
They had to walk off the sidewalk and go up to about 6 feet from my porch to reach these plums. Don't you think people should know better? It makes me sick to think of how hard he has worked for this fruit only to have some yokels help themselves.