I'd like to wring some rubber necks

Just because I left my apartment door open to get some fresh air doesn't mean every fucking beggar wandering in the corridors is invited to gawk. I can forgive the momentary glance, but the jaw-dropping, eye-popping bumping-into-things sideways stare I do NOT get the necessity for, given that there are no naked women in here.

Update: STOP sneaking glances into my apartment, you cunting cunt neighbor-cunts.