I'm waiting in the lobby of my hotel for the shuttle van to take me to the airport. While here a chubby little boy asked for my iPod. I told him no, and he freaked out, started screaming and yelling "give it to me!!!" His mother ran over, and didn't say say sorry, but gave me a dirty look and actually said, "why didn't you just give it to him? This is your fault." I just got up and went outside. He's still freaking out inside, and his mom is talking to the manager, pointing at me. Screw this, I'm about to walk to the airport.
Your username suggests that you should have convinced the mother to get liposuction on her fat kid, stolen the fat, made soap out of it, and sold it back to the mom as your sweet, sweet revenge.