My last apt was in a house, with 3 other apts. I was on the top floor, and the driveway/garage parking area was behind the house. One of the tenants in the first floor had been there forever, something like 30+ years. She was a nice lady, but lonely, and could talk the hind end off a donkey. She also used to sit outside whenver it was warm and sunny, and you HAD to pass by her to get to your apt.
Each and every time she'd see me, she'd start chatting. Now I'm a chatty person too, but this was too much. we'd start off with how are you, etc. and then she'd go off on some tangent, talking about people you didn't know and other totally unrelated things. My stairs were off to the side of the house, and I finally had to start talking and walking, and even then she'd follow me for a certain distance, still chatting merrily away. I didn't move because of that, but it certainly didn't make me happy to have to look out my window each and every time I wanted to go somewhere!