Random Story of the Day: Mom, with a Vengeance

So while we were in London we went to this ticket office across the street from our hotel to buy tickets to the Lion King (good show, but the British accents got annoying...I know, great sign fo the upcoming year). The salesman wasn't very nice and was kinda sketchy, but we bought them anyway...pretty expensive but it was last minute so we decided what the hell. Turns out we were in the last row, way on the left, even though our tickets cost more than the best seats at face value. So tonight we were reliving our getting owned by this guy, and I was briefly talking about throwing a rock through this guy's front window, and my mom responds, kind of seriously:

"No, Rog. That's vandalism. We should just go by some raw eggs and throw them on his door. That's also vandalism, but not as damaging."

Now of course she's joking, but she mentioned it again five minutes later, making me wonder...