All through my school years I had to ride the school bus. It was about an hour in the morning and afternoon. When I was in the third grade there was a kid a few years older than me (not cat food sandwich guy) who had started pulling my hair on the ride home. So, one morning I tucked a rock about the size of my fist into my backpack and when he leaned over the bus seat to pull my hair, I knocked the hell out of him with the rock in the bag. I tossed the rock out of the window while he was freaking out. Since he wasn't bleeding and the weapon couldn't be found, I didn't get in trouble.
It would be nice if I could remedy my annoyances nowadays in such a manner.
In case you haven't noticed, I've been feeling a bit "off". I may beat a sequel out of Tiny dog later this week. She looks like she has something new to say.