Bastards did the same sh*t to me all the time at my last job. If they could speak english they might of understood me cussing at him.

I think they get some sick pleasure out of doing it to be honest.

I know the feeling, before I moved here I used to live where it was all rentals and the lawns would be cleaned within an hour of me washing my car EVERY time. I think they finally got it as soon as I moved the car way down the street as soon as they started the engine and I gave them the ugly face. Now I have a big garage and keep the door closed!