Delivery trucks roar past our house quite often. It used to be restricted to week days between nine and five, but those limits have loosened. I hope the drivers get to spend time with their families. 

Packages intended for Christmas gifts are on a time crunch, and customers are willing to pay extra. The trouble is, sometimes shady characters steal them. 

Mark Rober made a splash on the internet with his glitter bombs. If you are one of the three people in America who have not seen it you might check it out. Ok, that is an exaggeration. Only ten million people watched the video he posted two days ago. It is his fifth iteration of the highly sophisticated contraption that punishes package snatchers using four of their five senses. He has yet to explore the taste buds. 

I am not sure if the interest we collectively have in his success is from a noble source. Scoundrels who blatantly grab other people's stuff deserve to be thrashed with putrid smells, rat glue, glaring lights, sirens, photographic shaming, and enough glitter to satisfy a dozen three year olds. Who never are tasked with cleaning it up by the way. 

But is it honorable of me to savor their comeuppance? 

My understanding of selfishness is that it brings its own consequences. Sure you may have shoved others out of the way in your drive to success, but the real price is unavoidable. You cannot be happy. At least the joy that lasts longer than a fling of glitter. 

Scrooge is a vivid example. Even Tiny Time understands that his family is richer than the penny pinching miser.