To the cretins who opened up my garage in the night, took and abandoned my whipper snipper (fine, you could have had that), and took my son's electric scooter. It was a gift from his father. You don't have the proprietorial charger, so you can't use it. The only thing you achieved was to hurt a small child. He handled it very maturely, and I was proud of of his reaction. He gives me hope. You, however, do not. —Disappointed in Humanity