The following tale is completely hypothetical- it did not happen.

Once Upon A Time a young girl (age does not matter- just know she was not 22....) Was soberly walking home from an intellectual gathering of friends. At a very reasonable hour. As she trekked her way to the abode she got to thinking about the rear window attributions of vehicles. Namely vehicles that could be found on the aforementioned wandering homeward bound adventure.

This girl being of sound mind, "found" a way of removing windscreen wiper (the rear window ones, not the front ones- she is not an animal). She did this, twice. After this taste of rebellion she felt the need to continue on her apparent needless rampage. Turning over a wheelie bin in a dead of night (very quietly as she did not want to wake anyone, she would be very considerate that way). She also saw the need to swap some wheelie bins around. Giving them a new taste of life, broadening their horizons. She was doing them a favour really.

After this clear snipe at the justice system the girl wandered home. Climbed into bed and fell into the sandman land.

Upon waking she did not fully remember an accurate account of the previous evening events. Until she saw the windscreen wipers. She went through what she assumed must have happened. God left them there as a sign she was getting a new car for her birthday as she deserved it.

Then as the day went on it came back to her. She was a criminal. She belonged on crimeline in a cheap reconstruction that would paint her as a seedy blonde (played by a guy from Fair City). The guilt caught up with her in the early afternoon, no-one had to tell her to return the windscreen wipers. She was better than that... cough.

The mission was to go back to the scene of the crime and return the wipers to their owners. The girl realised as she walked in the broad daylight that Cork can on occasion give us that doing such a deed in the dead of night would have been far more intelligent. But there was no going back. She quickly, quietly and quite expertly clipped the windscreen wiper back onto car #1 and then put the other one on the roof and ran..... and ran... and ran some more.

Upon return to her home she decided that a life of crime would not her best option- given are idea of follow through.

End segment.

No Wheelie bins were hurt in the above tale.