This is the ultimate "kill them with kindness" story. I have made it a habit of riding past this little punk’s house just about everyday, just so he knows that I know he did it. So yesterday I am riding by and see two older men (probably the dad(s) of one of one of the kid(s)) in the driveway with a hood up on one of his little hoodlum’s friend's Integra that was parked on the street. So I stop and ask them if they need any help! As soon as I stop and get out of the jeep the boys sitting in the garage (watching the two older men working on the car) turn ghost white and start intently listening to what I am saying. Well I am no mechanic, so I was little help, but seeing the look on those punks’ faces was priceless. When I was leaving, I turned and waved to the boys and told them I hope they get their car fixed soon because I know what it is like to have a car parked on the street and not be able to drive it, and have to look at it everytime you walk out of the house...
Cost of 3 new windows in a jeep... $800
The looks on the little b@stards faces when you kill them with some good 'ole neighborly hospitality... PRICELESS!