Okay, so here's my plan; I'm going to set up a snare in front of my house tomorrow at 4:30 p.m. and capture that gang of skinny skate boarders thundering by like clockwork. I will quickly and artfully jam these onto their feet before I release them back into the wild unharmed. They will instantly morph into a post 60's, pre-apocalyptic, highly fashionable version of the Jets (that white gang from West Side Story...) and from that moment forward they will be helpless as they frequently screech to a dead stop, kick up their boards, bounce down to the tarmac and break into spontaneous (yet perfectly choreographed!) interludes of dance and song. At least once a day this will happen in front of my house.