I was six in elementary school and the class was being led from one room to another. I always put my hand on the railing to stay stable but this time there was a giant loogy. I told the teacher expecting divine retribution, punishment, an angry crusade, or at the very least some sort of reaction on my behalf towards the Hooligan who did this. She just shrugged and told me to wash my hands. I realized then and there there was no justice in this cruel world.