A few days ago at work, my Manager foiled an attempt by two punk kids to use a stolen credit card. The lady whose card it was visited today. She’s going to have him identify the kids who were passing it off in a yearbook she has, as she thinks she knows who it was, and the lady and our company, via my manager, are pressing charges.
I was not involved in any way, shape or form. And yet, I felt such a sense of pride and accomplishment. These punks were going to be ground into dust for what they had done. And I liked that. A lot.
I dream, sometimes, of heroism. Of hearing cries for help, running into a dark alley, and kicking the crap out of some rat bastard before he manages to commit rape or murder or whatever. I’ve never had the chance to be a hero. I want to be.
So now, I figure, what the hell. I’m feeling down. This is probably more IMHOish, but I want to hear about more stuff like this. So like, tell me about times you’ve foiled evil and quashed the bad guy. I love this stuff.
Also, I was thinking of starting an SDMB justice squad. Is this something that’s been done to death, or will it be embraced, or what?