Well, if it makes you feel any better, I got 911 called on me yesterday. I had just got home from work, loaded up the wife and kid, and was headed to the outlet mall to get some things. A group of neighborhood badasses were walking in the middle of the street as I was approaching them in the wife's jeep. Two of the four kids get out of the way, the other two keep walking right down the middle of the street kicking a coke can. As I got really close, I moved over a little to keep from hitting the little shit and he kicks the can right into the side of Jeep......Oh hell no he didn't. I jumped out of the jeep as he took off running, but for a fat ass I can move pretty quickly. I caught up to him in his yard, where his fat Ogre mother came out and proceeded to yell at me. Well, I sat there and let her speak her mind, then I got to speak my mind. When all was said and done, the little shit was apologizing to my wife for hitting her car.....