Background info: Kids around here are mostly horrible, vile creatures deserving of no less than hatred - insulting at random, spitting on people, swearing, vandalising and just generally being out of control.
Story: I had a boyfriend once, Robert, who had a mohawk, and as we and a group of friends were walking down the street (we would have been about 16), a little girl of maybe 8 to 10 years old drives by on a bike.
She stares at my mohawked boyfriend, turning her head completely around (but not in an Exorcist way) to look at us, and we glare back because apparently this adorable little creature hasn’t yet learned that it’s rude to stare.
Then, as she’s gaping and not watching where she’s going, she crashes directly into a telephone pole and falls over. 
My friend Theresa cracks up loudly, and it gets to the point where she can no longer talk. The rest of us are just dumbfounded and also can’t talk, because we’re still unsure as to whether that had actually happened.
“Theresa!” says my always considerate friend Lisa, to admonish her for laughing.
Theresa: “What? It was funny!” … and continues laughing.
Lisa says to the girl, “Are you okay?”
The girl picks herself and her bike up, dusts off, and yet still has venom in her after her embarrassing moment - no lessons learned for her! She sneers at Robert and says sarcastically: “Niiiice haaair.”
Then my other friend Brent looks at her and matter-of-factly says, “You just ran into a pole.” This sets us off into gales of laughter. As we all crack up, our inhibitions loosened by the pointless hatred spewed at us from this random kid, she gets back on her bike and drives away.