In general I am very tolerant of kids. I was a teacher for over a decade and learned that there is almost always some good in a kid somewhere if you can just dig it out...(note the "almost always"). But every so often I meet one who sows the seeds of doubt. Please continue dear reader...
Last night I stopped at the supermarket on the way home. As I was removing helmet etc etc some kid came up and said something along the lines of "VROOM VROOM!"...he was a little hard to understand - I guessed English was not his first language...
Normally I am more than happy to talk to kids about the bike but this little bugger grabbed the throttle and twisted it back and forth as he repeated his vroom vroom bit.....I was torn between maintaining my polite front and busting his fucking head in.......conversation went something like this...
Me: "Don't touch the bike kid. You NEVER touch someone's bike!"
Him: "Why not?"
Me: (suppressing the urge to say "coz I'll bust ya fuckin' head in if ya do see!!!!") "Because it is just not done. People are very touchy about their bikes"
Him: "Why?"
Me: "It just IS that way. Bikes are very precious and expensive. You bust it and you would be paying for it for the rest of your (probably short) life."
Him: (as I remove the helmet) "How old are you?"
Me: 60. Sixty years old!"
Him: "You OLD!!!"
Me: "Yep. I was young one day and when I turned around I was OLD! Probably because I didn't meddle with people's BIKES!!!"
Him: (again) "vroom vroom!!!"
Me: "I'm going in to the shop. DON'T TOUCH THE BIKE, YES?"
Him: "vroom vroom" (but he left the throttle alone this time)
To be honest I was scared to leave him out there with the bike. I think he would have gotten on to it if he thought he could get away with it. I told him I had turned the alarm on (haha) and if he touched it it would scream its head off and the cops would sic their dogs on him and then lock him up forever......in a pit filled with cockroaches, spiders and wasps....he seemed a little disbelieving of this bit funnily enough. But he did follow me into the mall so I felt a little better.
This is the first time I have ever felt anxious about leaving the bike outside the shops, never having had the pleasure of meeting such a weird kid...I am still not convinced that he was not a little cracked...![]()
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