My Greek-American neighbors.
One likes me, one doesn't like me, and one sort of performatively dislikes me.
Me: shouting, Costas, your tomatoes are beautiful!
Walks over: I don't hear so good.
Henry, why do you always look so good?
I am losing weight.
How are you losing weight? What is your secret?
Walk.
Walk? hrmmph! walks off.
I totally love them of course even or especially when giving me shit.