No, my fucking feelings were hurt. Don't get me wrong, after I had a few seconds to get used to the situation, I got over that and just deeply, deeply wished I could have caught the little bastard at work and done something that, sadly, would probably have gotten me in jail on assault charges. But the first reaction was a hurt "... but why?"
I guess what it boils down to is that I've been pretty comfortable for quite a while now. It's been a few years since I lived in a headspace that includes people scratching hard enough that they don't indulge in the luxury of thinking of people as people. The kind of world that not only factually but implicitly includes feral packs of punk kids who roam apartment parking lots and don't give a fuck if they do over $800 worth of damage just so that they can - maybe - get a $50 return out of it at a pawn shop, or $70 if they hustle the stolen CD player themselves on a streetcorner.
This is the kind of shit that turns people into Republicans.