I used to do a few houses/flats on our local council estate. The old biddies were OK but I found the younger families were effing scum. I soon got fed-up with the smell of pi$$ and nappies, weapon dogs and hoodies.
The final straw was when some old scrubber who owed me £5 opened the door, can of Tennents Super in hand, bennie hanging out of her gob and says: "Sorry mate ain't got no money can yer come back next week sometime?"
I didn't, and jacked that part of my round in there and then.