I'm going to begin carrying a bag of small stones with me everywhere I go, so I can throw them at people who are rude or simply not nice in the streets. Like the old man cycling past who shouted at a woman for not noticing him and forcing him to ring his bell. *Wham!* 'There goes your flat cap mister.' Or anyone who walks through a door you hold for them, without thanking you, or even acknowledging your presence. *Thwack!* 'I'll slam the door on you next time.' Or the cyclist this morning who glared at me as nodded to him, having walked through a gate before him, because, well, I was there and he wasn't yet. *Crack!* 'Good thing you were wearing that cycle helmet poser.' I shall be the founding member of the Vigilante Manners Police. Much like the Karma Police, only with a less poetic sounding name.
Oh, and for the record, in case you'd wondered, I don't live in a glass house.
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