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That's the trouble with kids nowadays*, they haven't got a fucking clue what 'the rules' are. You played knock down ginger, and you got caught. No revenge is merited for your dismal failure to pull off the simplest prank in the world.

I had kids do it to me a couple of years back. Fair enough. Then they did it some more. Still fair enough. Then they did it some more, still fair enough, but I was bored. I stood in my porch looking through the spyhole for 10 mins, in a halloween mask, then as they finally approached again, opened the door and jumped at them screaming. They screamed too and ran off.

That was the end of the game, by the standards of anyone who understands the rules, unless they can come up with a way of esculating their cunning. (Knocking the door from the other side of the street with string, for example, so that jumping out is not an option. I even had string lying around in the front garden. It ain't rocket science.)

But oh no, they just kept coming back until I physically caught one of them and explained said rules via the medium of physical violence.

* fuck me, did I really just say that in seriousness? I'm not 102, just in case you're wondering.
(misanthrope is so adjective he's verbing nouns!, Tue 18 Dec 2007, 14:20, Reply)