I hate school holidays. I dislike large hordes of irritating pre-teens hanging around malls, movie theatres and the like. I most especially hate the ones who attempt tosteal my not only my wallet and mobile phone but my OBI WAN KENBOBI AOTC figure from my desk when I'm out the back in the copy room. Excuse my language mods, but the little bastards should be Force-choked or at least prodded with a gaffi stick a few times. Grr. I'm venting. Does anyone else here remember being that cocky and devious enough to actually walk into a corporate-style store, behind someone's desk and and start rifling through their drawers at the age of 13? I was personally afraid to even look at anyone older that me the wrong way. The brat even tried to tell me that he "wasn't doing nothing", even when myself and another client snapped him out shoving my belongings into his pockets and making a beeline for the door. Kept denying it till Johnny Law turned up and hauled the juvenile punk downtown. Hmph. A stupid thief with bad grammer. What a bloody world. Those of you with kids, raise 'em good.