I want psychic powers...

Last night I was taking out the trash when this Chevy Astro passed slowly by my house. As I watched this young guy leaned out the passenger window, stared right at me and then whipped a chunk of ice at me.

Lousy aim the little prick had; it missed me by a mile and shattered against the side of my house. My mind went back trying to figure out if I'd pissed someone off enough in the neighbourhood to warrant such an attack...

I got a partial plate and description, then went inside to report it to the cops. I told my wife about it and we came up with many intricate ways that these losers should be punished - hopefully involving some nice Police Officers who would be forced to gun the losers down as a service to society

A neighbour was walking her two beautiful golden labs (Rufus and Moonray) outside and I figured I'd warn her about the little bastards roaming the neighbourhood.

"They already got me in the leg," she yelled across the street.

"Damn punks." I muttered, hearing my father in my tone. In many ways I have become him when it comes to my opinions about little shits roaming the neighbourhood causing damage.

Then today on the radio I hear about this and wonder if I have somehow used psychic powers to nail these little bastards from a distance.

Should I feel bad about this? Turns out that this incident happened before I saw those punks so it couldn't possibly be them, but I don't think I'd be sad if it had turned out to be those little shits and that the collective psychic powers of their targets had done them in.

"But they're just boys!"
"Maybe mommy should have hugged them more!"

I don't care.

Too bad it wasn't that loser with the ice ball who fell out of the van on the 401.

Too bad...