When the social situation or time limitations doesn’t permit me to offer Grade A size “Karmic Retribution” on the offending walking excretion; I hold my need for vengeance until I can get to my local amusement arcade. I play the “Whack-A-Mole” machine. I mentally substitute the mole with the object of my hate and unleash my mallet in a fiery display of “Shock & Awe” justice. Then and only then, does my serene Buddha-Like nature return.