I've been tossing and turning all night thinking about those little piss ants yesterday and whether or not I should have followed them home and told on them.
Boy, that sentence really showed my level of adulthood.
I expect most teens to act like jerks when they're in groups of let's say...hmmm...two or more. I realize that's generalizing and I did say most not all. I'm sure there's a small percentage of very polite young people out there who will not flip me off when I drive by and smile at them. So, to my friends and miscellaneous readers (of whom I have none) with teenage children, please do not post mean things because I have a delete key on my side of the keyboard.
Middle schoolers, they're just in general goof balls and so I expect some rudeness. I ask them frequently to open the door for me when I go to Austynn's school to pick him up. It's almost laughable to see the look on their faces. They've never heard of such a thing. Open the door for a lady? Why? What's that all about? (I must admit, most days I look like a hobo but that's entirely beside the point). When I stroll through a group of girls wearing butt high skirts, lipstick, drinking lattes, and dropping the f-bomb about their boyfriends, I usually let them know what I think. Normally all I see or hear when I walk away are rolling eye balls or giggling but just maybe, maybe I got through to one of them.
So yesterday, a group of elementary school children were throwing rocks at each other across the street while I was driving through. Naturally I stopped and asked them (politely) to knock it off. I've seen the rocks over this stretch of road before so I figured these kids were the culprits. They indicated they were ok with my request. I nodded my appreciation, started driving off, and the little jerks started doing the disrespectful "whatever wave", and shouting at my car.
Now, I don't know about you but this just doesn't fly with me. I stopped, pulled a u-turn and asked them; what the heck was their problem, were they always this disrespectful, would their parents be happy with their behavior? I threw my toughest questions at them. Pointed at them even! They apologized. Fine. I started driving off again. THEY DID IT AGAIN!!!
I pulled over, put on my hazards, got out of my car and waited for them to disperse. If anything scares a kid more, it's the girth of my body with my arms folded across my chest. They all ran. The little shits! I should have followed them home. I expect eggs and toilet paper this Saturday. Damn it!