Honestly, in the list of bad neighbour problems, shoes outside the door shouldn’t even feature on the list. Off the top of my head I’ve had
A rapist downstairs
The guy who played 30 seconds of a Beyonce tune at full blast 10 times a day
The old alcoholic that screamed non stop homophobic abuse and threatened to stab me
The young team that would chap my door early on weekend mornings to beg for booze as the off licence wasn’t open yet
The guy who I’m fairly certain removed all insulation and plasterboard from his side of the wall just so he could listen to me shagging
The hot girl who used to open her front door and hoover her hall in her lingerie (that wasn’t all bad though she was mental)
The weed factory
The drugs emporium
If shoes are all you have to worry about then you’re lucky