Just yesterday...
I was cycling along a quiet street, trying to negotiate my way past a group of youths who were cycling in the same direction, but all over the road and slowly. It was a fairly narrow piece of road between two rows of houses, and there was no traffic about.

A gap opened in the group, and I eased past a couple of them. The youth at the front (the back wheel of whose bike had once been round) looked at me as I drew alongside him.
"DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME?" he bellowed.
Eh?
"DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME?"
I looked at him quizically. He repeated the question again. "DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME?"
"Not intentionally," I offered.
One of the other youths chimed in: "That's a good answer, mate."

Bored with this, I pulled ahead and down the road; but all the while I could hear the same question being asked again and again, increasingly faint.
"DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME?"

( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Sat 23 Apr 2011, 10:05, 2 replies)

After three requests you're legally allowed to do it.
And after six requests you're legally obliged to do it.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sat 23 Apr 2011, 12:43, closed)

Damn. Would that I'd known.
I'm about to move to that area, though, so I'm sure there'll be other opportunities.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Sat 23 Apr 2011, 21:01, closed)