I use the term Ghetto Trash for those on my street that are inconsiderate. This one lady across the terrace pushes her 5 y.o. in a plastic cart around the street at 7am. Imagine the noise echoing on a terrace. To make matters worst, she stops in front of our house b/c there are two cement Lions on the cement wall that he has to touch, one by one, before they can pass the house. I only heard her once she we moved in but if she wakes me up daily, she will get an earful from me.
We also have druggie/metal heads on the corner that have a billion trashy cars blocking the entrance to our side of the terrace. When we moved in on Saturday we couldn't fit thru with our car and I yelled out loud(cursing too). The parking spaces are angled so you can only park if you enter the blocked way.
My cursing got the mother to speak up to her son or guest and they moved the beat up car.