The two (straight, but only in the sexual sense) women who moved into the rental unit next door. With total disrespect for everyone else on the street, they (or their drunken boyfriends) drive up late at night and open their car doors and slam them against any other car parked next to them, often when their car is still moving. A number of neighbors' cars have gotten the telltale marks of the paint scuffs (of the paint color of the bitches’ car) on their cars’ bodies, just where the doors would hit, especially if the bitches' car were still moving slightly. The edges of the bitches’ car doors (and only the car door edges) on their new car are all chipped at exactly the height of the scratches on the neighbor's cars. Of course they lie and say they do not do it. They just happen to be immigrants from the Indian subcontinent who are not muslim. I used to try not to be prejudiced, but I find that they perfectly match the stereotype of their ethnic group – which is why there are stereotypes, I guess – because there are lots of people who fit the stereotype. I have one good gay friend who is Indian, but now I still reflexively react negatively when encountering other Indians. If there were a god, perhaps they would eventually get justice. Now if only their gods existed, could they be justly reincarnated as toads, or perhaps something more loatheful - tapeworms perhaps?