JUSTICE
I turn the corner where I parked my bike and I see a couple of kids holding containers of strawberries, and I see another kid knock them onto the ground.
I give that kid a scathing lecture like he never heard before, calling him a bully, telling him he should apologize and when he won't utter a word, I tell him he is a coward.
I go back to my bike and I see strawberries on the ground. Apparently that punk had rubbed a couple on my seat.
While it might be cool to catch him in the act, at least I gave him what he deserved: being called out as a punk in front of his friends.