One time, when I was little, my mother sent my sister and me in to a Big-V to buy some candy. I remember when I was standing in line, I dropped a quarter, and this old man behind me bent down really quickly and picked it up. And I thought he was going to hand it to me, being nice and all, but nope he put it in his pocket. I was only a little girl, so I was way too afraid to do or say anything, but I remember feeling heartbroken. What a creep, he saw me drop it and he knew it was mine, what on earth would possess a person to do something like that?
Sometimes people are simply dicks.
When my wife was five, she got a Rainbow Brite purse and five dollars for her birthday. She went with her grandparents to the store to spend it, and someone stole the purse. She is still heartbroken over that one.