There was a chap who lived in my village and rode around on his bicycle every day. When he met an adult he dismounted, saluted, and then remounted. He treated children slightly different, he still saluted but carried on riding. One day about ten of us lined up in a row and he started to salute each of us individually, by the time he got to the fifth child he started to wobble and before he reached the end of the line, he fell off. After that he just shouted obscenities at children.