There are some days I hate living on my street. It's a fairly typical South Brooklyn street, in that it's one-way, quiet, tree-lined, and filled with families.
Except today and tomorrow are a holiday of some sort. So school is out. And the kids are making me call them names I don't normally associate with ten year olds.
The street is arranged oddly. Diagram below.
_____________Avenue
bigbldg |
houses * where the kids play
houses /\ direction of traffic
houses |
houses |
houses |
______|_______Avenue
houses |
houses |
dead end
So today, I'm driving up the street, on my way to work. *just* on time. The northern corners each have a large building on them, almost the only large buildings on the block. One of them has a gang of kids that live there. These kids are OBNOXIOUS. They play football, soccer, rugby, cricket, stickball, baseball, just about anything they can think of in the middle of the street, or right at the edge of the sidewalk. They don't care if they hit anyone's car, or if their ball goes into traffic (they'll just run out and grab the ball, whether or not there's a car coming). Their latest method of annoying the piss out of the adults is to stand in the middle of the street when there's a car coming, and slowly amble out of the way once the driver lays on the horn. Or in today's case, until the driver starts to unbuckle and get out of the car.
Today it was cricket. I watched one of them hit a ball into a car, then amble over to retrieve it, and start to set up another bowl, as I'm sitting there, waiting for them to get out of my way. They're lucky all I did was inch forward until they moved. They're also lucky I was going slowly enough that the one who decided LAST FUCKING MINUTE to dart in front of my car wasn't in any real danger of being hit.
If they're there tomorrow, I'm leaving early so I can demand one of them go get their English-speaking parent. Because I'm fucking sick of this, and I refuse to be bullied by a bunch of arrogant, pissant kids who think they own the asphalt.
Go play in the godsdamned playground TWO FUCKING BLOCKS AWAY.
Except today and tomorrow are a holiday of some sort. So school is out. And the kids are making me call them names I don't normally associate with ten year olds.
The street is arranged oddly. Diagram below.
_____________Avenue
bigbldg |
houses * where the kids play
houses /\ direction of traffic
houses |
houses |
houses |
______|_______Avenue
houses |
houses |
dead end
So today, I'm driving up the street, on my way to work. *just* on time. The northern corners each have a large building on them, almost the only large buildings on the block. One of them has a gang of kids that live there. These kids are OBNOXIOUS. They play football, soccer, rugby, cricket, stickball, baseball, just about anything they can think of in the middle of the street, or right at the edge of the sidewalk. They don't care if they hit anyone's car, or if their ball goes into traffic (they'll just run out and grab the ball, whether or not there's a car coming). Their latest method of annoying the piss out of the adults is to stand in the middle of the street when there's a car coming, and slowly amble out of the way once the driver lays on the horn. Or in today's case, until the driver starts to unbuckle and get out of the car.
Today it was cricket. I watched one of them hit a ball into a car, then amble over to retrieve it, and start to set up another bowl, as I'm sitting there, waiting for them to get out of my way. They're lucky all I did was inch forward until they moved. They're also lucky I was going slowly enough that the one who decided LAST FUCKING MINUTE to dart in front of my car wasn't in any real danger of being hit.
If they're there tomorrow, I'm leaving early so I can demand one of them go get their English-speaking parent. Because I'm fucking sick of this, and I refuse to be bullied by a bunch of arrogant, pissant kids who think they own the asphalt.
Go play in the godsdamned playground TWO FUCKING BLOCKS AWAY.



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