As I came back from lunch two young guys stepped on the elevator. Both were wearing grubby t-shirts and baggy jeans and carrying skateboards. They didn’t press a button so I asked where they were going, as the floors were mostly restricted and they said they were just riding the elevator. “Spring break?” I asked and got an affirmative nod.
The possible conclusions:
I was in a Mountain Dew commercial and should be expecting residual checks.
They have been watching too many Mountain Dew commercials and thought they could skate on the roof.
They really need to get a life and find some wholesome activities before the boredom turns them to criminal gang activity.
A little later I was in the lobby and saw them wandering out of the building. For a brief moment I wanted to be 16 again knowing all I know now. I realized that if I was 16 again I could never enjoy it the same way.
My name is Vince. I’m 26 years old and I hate going to the mall because I think I’m going to get something thrown at my head by one of the thousands of milling teens that flock there. What’s the deal? This is supposed to be my time? And yet it seems that anywhere I go, I am intimidated by these kids. They don’t seem to have any control or fear of the consequences of their actions and that is what scares me. They could just as easily “put a cap in my ass” as walk down the street. I’ve been feeling like an old man lately…
Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You’ll find my favorite axe.
This is mundane and pointless, but it fits here. I was at Carl’s Jr. today, and I saw two teen-ish guys (could have been very early 20’s) in the parking lot, not fighting, yet, but circling each other with their fists up. I was well away, but the wind carried the bystanders’ remarks. I gathered that one guy had been mouthing off to the other, who called him on it, and the mouthy guy must have figured he could dance around, which he did, until the store manager shooed them away, which he did.
I guess I’m just better off living with my inner tensions.
—Snoopy
Here in Atlanta there is a case with a young teen mouthing off at a Vice Principal, and the man grabs him and tries to haul him out of the lunchroom, with the boy kicking the man. The boy says the VP tried to strangle him, VP says he didn’t. Parents are suing the school and the VP. Both people are suspended pending an investigation. Who is in charge anymore??
This ages me terribly, but I can remember my mother telling me, whatever the teachers did to me, I’d get it twice as bad when I got home!
I went to my son’s school a few years ago, and witnessed a teen stealing a young girl’s jacket. I tell him to give it back to her, and he calls me ‘an old bitch’ and threw the jacket at the girl. Boy, I would’ve had soap in MY mouth if my mother had heard me say such a thing to an adult, it would have been bubble time for a week!!
“Subconsciously there are many people you hate.” “Consciously,sir, consciously.” Yossarian corrected in an effort to help. “I hate them consciously.”
I think I gave the wrong impression in my OP. The two I encountered today were just goofing off and I was amused by the fact that the best thing they could find to do was go to ride elevators. They weren’t doing anything that could be remotely described as causing trouble as I could tell.
Hey Dem- you actually feel intimidated by some of these punk ass kids? That sucks, man. Granted, I am only 23. By the time I reach the ripe old age of 26, I’ll probably be crotchety old codger chewin’ my gums, too.
“Winners never quit and quitters never win, but those who never win and never quit are idiots.”
