I once came out from a store, to find a family standing around my Suzuki Burgman 400. They had what appeared to be a three or four year-old child, standing on the seat of my scooter, and were talking about it, while holding him up by his hands. Their slightly older child was on the ground, trying to climb up the right side of the bike. I kindly, but sternly, asked them to step away from my motorcycle, as I quickly approached them. They seemed shocked and in disbelief, that they weren't being allowed to play with it, like it's one of those coin rides, that used to sit outside the entrance to a Kmart.
As I got closer, they were still standing there, and Mom was trying to pry the older child away from bike. I very obviously checked the area where the kid had been, and took a small towel out of my glove box, to check for scratches. I asked them if they had any questions, as I opened up the seat, and started to pack away my purchases. They had a few, which I responded to, and added in the fact that they shouldn't just sit on someone else's bike; comparing it to them finding me sitting in their car, playing with the stereo, and rummaging through their glovebox. They apologized profusely, but I still rode away mad.
What is it with people??