  I have a friend who is a carpenter and years ago he was working in an apartment complex in Northern Virginia. There were a lot of mexicans working on the project. the tubs and toilets were set in the bathrooms but the water supplies had not been connected so once the mexicans filled up the toilets they were crapping in the bathtubs.  We moved to a Southwestern state back in the late 90's and had a new house built by a big national homebuilder. During construction, I would pop in once or twice a week to check the progress. As you say, urine and poo in the toilet and bath tubs, marijuana roaches left on the floor, loud Mariachi music and soccer in the back yard when these mexcriments were taking their break. Many were the times that I wished I had a hand grenade.    When I complained to the construction manager, about their toilet habits I was told don't worry, we'll have all that cleaned up for ya before ya move in. I protested that I didn't give a toss if it was cleaned up as both my wife and I had looked at the tub in that location and it had human feces in it so we would always have that image in our mind. At this point, I demanded new tubs for the house after the framing/roofing/drywall was done as the mexcriments would be gone. After a very heated argument, the construction manager refused.    The following weekend, I stopped in my under-construction home, took a few pictures of the poop-infested tubs, dropped by the one-hour photo place and had large prints made of the photos. Being a Saturday, I decided to drop by the model home/sales office for the neighborhood and waited at the park until there were at least 5 or 6 couples inside of the model. At this point, I took my photos into the sales office and started screaming at the agent that I had no intention of buying a home in which the mexican workers were defecating in the tubs and smoking themselves silly. The poor girl was beside herself and called the regional VP. He was very cordial and calmed me down and told me that he would look into the situation and call me back that evening.    Sunday came and still no call, so I proceeded back to the model home and carried on my work from the previous day. The sales rep that day was an older fellow who sympathized, but didn't like having new sales scared away so he quietly called the police without me noticing. A lone policeman showed up and asked about the situation and had a look at my photos. Without saying a word he looked up from them and stared at the sales rep in disbelief, and watching that salesman's face go red little by little is a priceless memory I will never forget!    The policeman wanted to have a look at the house, so I accompanied him there to show him around. There were a crew of mexican drywallers there, and their music was so loud that they didn't hear us coming up the steps. The smell of dope in the air was heavy and believe it or not, we caught two of them in the act of urinating in the tub that had just been cleaned out yesterday by the construction manager! Seeing the cop must have scared them half to death as they bolted down the back stairs and out of sight.    When we returned to the sales office, the policeman told the salesman Looks like you have an irate customer here, and rightly so. This is a civil matter, so not much for me to do but I would suggest if you can't handle a paying customer giving you a legitimate complaint about something that would concern most people, then perhaps you should find yourself a new line of work. He shook my hand and walked out. I told the salesman that I would be back every weekend until the issue was resolved to my satisfaction.    I received a call at work the next day from that same VP I had initially met with informing me that new tubs were purchased and would be replaced right before the carpet went down. Not being a dope, I asked for him to send me what he had just stated on company letterhead, and it was in my apartment mailbox the following day.    After that I remember there being a port-o-potty about every other house and signs on them in Spanish. After this sort of ordeal though, it's needless to say that when we visit the States, we don't eat out much, or only eat in open-kitchen restaurants or ones that are staffed with whites.