They Beat My Parents,So I Ripped Out 3,000 Chargers

My parents' old complex had nowhere to charge an electric tricycle. So I spent thirty thousand dollars and put in three thousand EV charging stations—every one of them free—just so they could make their daily vegetable runs without the hassle.

Lantern Festival morning, five a.m., they headed out to pick up wholesale produce. They'd barely made it downstairs when shouting jolted me awake.

A hulking man had smashed their electric tricycle to pieces, and both my parents were pinned flat on the ground.

"These two useless old bastards hog the charger every damn day."