Bloody Vandals

On the way to work this morning I saw five of those glass bus stops completely smashed, shattered glass everywhere. Seeing one makes me absolutely furious, but five? Those massive panes of glass must be so expensive. You would think the council (or whoever is responsible for such things) would think of another option-- obviously this one isn't working that crash hot.

It drives me crazy to know that vandals will never be found out or have to pay for the damage. I know this is bad, but I was fantasising on the bus about scooping up all the shattered glass and getting it delivered to the vandal's house, and dumping it all in their bed. They come home from a night's fun and vandalism and ... yikes! Somebody knows it was me!

Yeah, I know there are better things to dwell on.