You walk down the street thinking about whether or not what you just did was right. Forget it. Anyone else with a functional sense of self-preservation would have done it. Not everyone is cut out to be a hero.
Eventually you come across a park that clearly hasn't been trimmed in a while. The grass is up to your knees in places, while there's bare patches of dirt in others. Others are overtaken by shaggy patches of weeds that appear to be flowering. The playground is rusting away and the bench is covered in lichen. A teenager with dirty blonde hair sidles up to you out of nowhere. Before you know it he's right behind you.
"Hoy, you don't look like you're from here." he says. You find it difficult to keep up with how quickly he's speaking but the enthusiasm and clarity in his voice makes sure you hear every word he has to say. "Tell you what, I usually sell these good luck charms for twelve apiece but i'll give 'em for eight just for you."
The boy takes out gaudy little bauble decorated with plastic gemstones and feathers and holds it so closely it tickles your nose. "Last man who bought this won the lottery. And the man before that. Good investment."
Even if you weren't short on cash you still aren't interested in buying souvenirs. You shake your head.
He gets closer. "C'mon I can make it six, you're missing out-"
You get up from the bench and step away only to hear a crunch under your foot. You immediately apologize. "Oh i'm really sorry - I didn't mean to break this."
His smile changes into a pouty grimace. "Well you'd better be! Did I say twelve, no, that one cost me fifteen to make. Pay up."
Suddenly you realize something's wrong. Your guilt gives way to suspicion. "Why was it on the ground? How come?"
Briefly you see a look of discomfort cross his face for a split second, only for him to look at you all faux-indignant again.
His acting is so over the top it's almost adorable. "Uh I dropped it. Yeah well uh anyways that doesn't matter. Pay up right now."
Obviously a scammer. You don't have time for this. You turn around and walk away without saying anything.
Before you know it that boy kicks you between the legs from behind. Luckily his foot narrowly misses your "family jewels" so you recover quickly.
"Pay up!" he shouts.
Keep walking, or teach him a lesson?