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I'm not even out of my teenage years (have to wait about one more month for that) and I already have declared that I hate teenagers, particularly teenage boys. People ask me why I don't date guys less than five years older than me and I point to the idiots like the ones who show up at my store for my reasoning. Lately they've found a new sport: Riding around on the little kid bikes when they're way too big and heavy to be on them. This irks me like you wouldn't believe, because you know they're not going to pay for it when they break it, so I have to constantly be lurking around the bike rack to pull them off when they start.
The Cast
Me: The Fun Ruiner
TB1: Teenage Boy #1, arrogant
TB2: Teenage Boy #2, surly
Standing a few aisles away, I hear something go crash in sporting goods and head over that way to see what was going on. What I catch is TB1 & 2 playing basketball with a hoop set up for display in a very small aisle.
Me: Hey, stop that please, you're knocking things over.
Boys throw again, but the ball rebounds and hits a shelf, knocking the pricetag strip off of the front.
TB2: *Surly, grumpy* We were just having fun...
They walk away. I roll my eyes and have to put the price strip back on the shelf. A few minutes later when I'm zoning again, I hear the sound of someone very heavy on a small bike and run over to the bike rack, just in time to catch the TB's riding 12" bikes and racing each other
Me: YO! Get off of those! If you want to ride bikes, you can ride ones your own size! Now please start behaving.
The TBs both get off and look at me with serious disdain and anger at me for ruining their fun. I just scowl and give them the eyebrow (and I give an *excellent* eyebrow). They abandon their bikes, leaving me to put them back and keep an eye out to make sure they don't do anything else stupid. Of course, they do.
Cue barely two minutes later where they're throwing large inflated balls around the aisles. I, of course, walk in on them doing this.
Me: HEY! What did I tell you? If you can't behave, I'm going to call security and have you escorted out.
TB1: *Self-righteous, stumbling over words* Well, well, I'm going to tell a manager that you're being mean to us and we're customers so we're right!
Me: *Eyebrow* Oh really?
TB1: ...Yeah!
The TBs run off. I listen to the radio to make sure I'm not called up to testify against them, but of course, there's no call. Cue feeling rather contented for the rest of the night.
The Cast
Me: The Fun Ruiner
TB1: Teenage Boy #1, arrogant
TB2: Teenage Boy #2, surly
Standing a few aisles away, I hear something go crash in sporting goods and head over that way to see what was going on. What I catch is TB1 & 2 playing basketball with a hoop set up for display in a very small aisle.
Me: Hey, stop that please, you're knocking things over.
Boys throw again, but the ball rebounds and hits a shelf, knocking the pricetag strip off of the front.
TB2: *Surly, grumpy* We were just having fun...
They walk away. I roll my eyes and have to put the price strip back on the shelf. A few minutes later when I'm zoning again, I hear the sound of someone very heavy on a small bike and run over to the bike rack, just in time to catch the TB's riding 12" bikes and racing each other
Me: YO! Get off of those! If you want to ride bikes, you can ride ones your own size! Now please start behaving.
The TBs both get off and look at me with serious disdain and anger at me for ruining their fun. I just scowl and give them the eyebrow (and I give an *excellent* eyebrow). They abandon their bikes, leaving me to put them back and keep an eye out to make sure they don't do anything else stupid. Of course, they do.
Cue barely two minutes later where they're throwing large inflated balls around the aisles. I, of course, walk in on them doing this.
Me: HEY! What did I tell you? If you can't behave, I'm going to call security and have you escorted out.
TB1: *Self-righteous, stumbling over words* Well, well, I'm going to tell a manager that you're being mean to us and we're customers so we're right!
Me: *Eyebrow* Oh really?
TB1: ...Yeah!
The TBs run off. I listen to the radio to make sure I'm not called up to testify against them, but of course, there's no call. Cue feeling rather contented for the rest of the night.
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