Driving home today I pull up to an island which has a couple of shops on the edge of it. Once stopped I hear a right old 'bang' off the nearside of my car, sounding like a huge stone. I look around wondering what just happened and I see a couple of young kids, about 10-11 year olds laughing and another one running off to hide behind a parked car. Because it's a busy island I couldn't stop, so instead drove off out of sight, pulled over into a car park to check the car for damage. I couldn't see anything so I can only assume that the stone they threw either hit the rear 1/4 window or wasn't big enough to dent the panel.
Even so, this narked me large style. I turned the car around, then pulled into the car park where they were 'hiding' from another entrance and quietly pulled up just in sight of where they were. After about a minute or so I saw the same little twirp pick up a stone and throw it at a passing car. I got out, went running over full bore, and you should of seen him soil himself! I asked him what the fornication he was playing at and where his dad was. He said his 'dad' was his mate, so looking around I see only one shop is open - a tile shop.
So, I go running in and ask the guys on the counter if they knew who 'owned' these kids. At this point the kid dropped another brown load and went running off to hide behind a tile exhibit. The counter lads pointed to a bloke who was looking up when he heard kids being mentioned so I went over and gave him a piece of my mind and told him to have a word with his son. He asked me where he was, so I told him his kid had done one after seeing me come in here. The bloke goes outside looking for his kid, and can't see him. Instead of looking in the shop, the bloke gets in his car and drives off looking around the streets for him!
That'll teach the little brat - hope he had a long walk home!