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Once--- ONCE--- I got a little restitution.
I watched a carload of teenage boys drive down my street. The car came up behind a couple of 10- year- old boys riding their bikes along the shoulder, and the swerved very close to them, still at speed, and one of the passengers hung out the window, and at the "perfect" moment SHOUTED at the boys. One of the kids crashed his bike, he was so startled... and the car took off down the road. Even from that distance, I could hear the howling laughter of the teenage punks.
The reason I was outside was because I had just finished cleaning the cat box, and was headed out to the trash can with a sack full of really foul cat litter, complete with lumps. I witnessed the punkass bullies act, but figured that there was a great chance that they would be back... probably just headed to the mimimart at the end of the road. So.... I waited, and did not discard my big sack of crap.
Sure enough, five minutes later, I saw the car approaching. I gave a friendly wave, and motioned the car over.... and those dumb a-holes fell for it. I approached the window, which rolled down. I said, "Hey, you guys look like you're having a good time... looks like you even get your kicks from scaring the crap out of little kids!" As I said that, I lifted the bag, and tore it open, dumping it into the car. The driver gunned it... gone. Never saw the car or the boys again. Ever.
You are welcome.
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