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At the ripe old age of 32, no less. 
My best friend was visiting today and we were headed back through Podunkiaville (where I live) after having hit up the town square (aka the local convenience mart) for some chocolate. Close to my house, we come upon this group of about 4 or 5 kids. They're probably younger than 16, 15, is my guess. Definitely old enough to know better.
They were walking in the middle of the street. You know, that strip of asphalt specifically designated where CARS/other large vehicles travel?
This would not be so noteworthy if it hadn't been for the fact that my friend and I were slowly but surely creeping up on them in my Car. I had slowed my speed (limit's 30 through town, I think I dropped about ten miles below that) waiting for them to GET OUT OF MY WAY, but either these little condom accidents were oblivious to the presence of a MOVING VEHICLE capable of doing severe bodily damage, or they just didn't give a damn. Since none of them was wearing earphones to an electronic device, and it would be too coincidental to assume that all of them were naturally deaf, I chose option B: they knew I was there, they just didn't give a damn.
Well that tripped my switch. I blasted the horn at them and then they moved (doubtless shouting out some obscenity at me which I didn't catch). That's right, kiddies, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE GODDAMN ROAD WHICH I AM TRAVELING ON OR I WILL BE TOO HAPPY TO MOW YOUR STUPID ASS DOWN. (Given the color of my car, blood would show up nicely on it too) There's a perfectly damn good sidewalk on either side of the street; it contains neither booby traps nor wild rabid animals (unless you count those two little nasty snippy things that one neighbor on my street calls dogs), so USE IT.
So I guess this means I am officially one of those Cranky Elders who must now move on to sitting on the porch with a rocker and cane, hollering at the squirrels that run across the grass, "GET OFF MY LAWN YA DAMN KIDS!"
Oh, and to all you parents out there who DO teach your kids common sense and good manners? THANK YOU. Seriously.
Because when I run into (no pun intended) idgits like the aforementioned, I have to remind myself that there *are* still good kids in the world and that not all of them are roadkill waiting to happen.
My best friend was visiting today and we were headed back through Podunkiaville (where I live) after having hit up the town square (aka the local convenience mart) for some chocolate. Close to my house, we come upon this group of about 4 or 5 kids. They're probably younger than 16, 15, is my guess. Definitely old enough to know better.
They were walking in the middle of the street. You know, that strip of asphalt specifically designated where CARS/other large vehicles travel?
This would not be so noteworthy if it hadn't been for the fact that my friend and I were slowly but surely creeping up on them in my Car. I had slowed my speed (limit's 30 through town, I think I dropped about ten miles below that) waiting for them to GET OUT OF MY WAY, but either these little condom accidents were oblivious to the presence of a MOVING VEHICLE capable of doing severe bodily damage, or they just didn't give a damn. Since none of them was wearing earphones to an electronic device, and it would be too coincidental to assume that all of them were naturally deaf, I chose option B: they knew I was there, they just didn't give a damn.
Well that tripped my switch. I blasted the horn at them and then they moved (doubtless shouting out some obscenity at me which I didn't catch). That's right, kiddies, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE GODDAMN ROAD WHICH I AM TRAVELING ON OR I WILL BE TOO HAPPY TO MOW YOUR STUPID ASS DOWN. (Given the color of my car, blood would show up nicely on it too) There's a perfectly damn good sidewalk on either side of the street; it contains neither booby traps nor wild rabid animals (unless you count those two little nasty snippy things that one neighbor on my street calls dogs), so USE IT.
So I guess this means I am officially one of those Cranky Elders who must now move on to sitting on the porch with a rocker and cane, hollering at the squirrels that run across the grass, "GET OFF MY LAWN YA DAMN KIDS!"
Oh, and to all you parents out there who DO teach your kids common sense and good manners? THANK YOU. Seriously.
Because when I run into (no pun intended) idgits like the aforementioned, I have to remind myself that there *are* still good kids in the world and that not all of them are roadkill waiting to happen.
I guess we're both old then? Well awesome then cause I always wanted a reason to do this...
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