We live on a cul-de-sac in a historic streetcar suburb three miles/10 minutes or so to the international airport and we frequently give each other rides to and from it or to the equally close train station- sometimes even prepare a homemade warm dinner and leave it in the oven to those arriving home from far away. BUT it’s a collaborative partnership of back and forth from everyone with clear requests, scheduling and inherent flexibility to make it work, and of course, the airport is also so damn close. This neighbor is a selfish, entitled nightmare.