I have a friend who had a very successful restaurant in Ireland, sold it a few years ago and moved out to spend his retirement in the south of Spain.

He sold his restaurant ‘well’ (as we say) so he was living in an penthouse in a gated community near the sea.
The last time I met him was a few years ago, he told me he had decided to move to another apartment in the same area, he was finding the natives dishonest.
Apparently as he passed through the gates one morning a young man had rushed at him from behind, slipped off his watch (a genuine Rolex) and disappeared down the street.
‘I wouldn’t mind’ he said ‘Hadn’t the exact same thing happened the next day and another bollix got my second one’
(He had sold very well)

But this was a mere bagatelle compared to what had happened to his German neighbour in the same apartment complex.

This gentleman had left the complex and was stopped at a traffic light, some distance away, idling his immaculate Mercedes when a young man appeared at the back bumper and proceeded to urinate on the back of his car.
Justifiably incensed he leapt out of the car to attack the urinator, as he did an accomplice leapt in to the driving seat and drove his car off.
An hour later when the owner of the car struggled back to his apartment and managed to get keys from the porter he found his flat empty, every scrap of furniture and every electronic device had been taken, presumably packed into a van and removed.
In despair the German decided to go back to his house in Germany and lick his wounds.

By the time he arrived home a similar job had been done on the family home, it was stripped clean, including a second car in the garage there.

He never saw either car or any of his possessions again.

The moral of the story is ; should you notice a young man peeing on your back bumper; leave him at it.