The day before yesterday, I was just leaving the hamlet, when I received a colossal blast of water through the open window of the car which filled up my right ear and actually extinguished the cigarette which was in my mouth at the time.
It took me a second to realise what had happened, during which time I hit the brakes, thinking something serious had occurred. I slowly reversed back to the scene of the crime, where I found two angelic-looking, blonde children - a boy and a girl - standing the other side of the fence with a huge plastic water-rifle.
The little girl immediately said, "Sorry, we were a bit bored and just having a prank. Sorry!
I started laughing, and said it was ok - so long as it was just water, and the boy said, "Oh no, we didn't put any lemonade in it!" which made me think that they had done just that in the past, and I had got away refreshingly lightly.
When I was a kid, water pistols were weedy affairs which more or less dribbled after the first squirt, but these days, they are lethal up to about 100 yards, let alone the 8 feet distance at which I was shot.
Also in my day, kids were less likely to put ammonia in them and carry out raids on post-offices...