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Today, as I was taking the trash out at work, a bunch of kids (little kids, maybe eight years old or so) were hanging around behind the store, biking and skateboarding on the Michaels delivery ramp. As I emptied the cardboard into the recycling dumpster, they started showing off, circling closer to me and popping wheelies and such. I ignored them. Eventually, they all left, and one of them hollered at me as he passed, "Bye, baby!" I've heard those words in that tone before, from creepy old homeless guys at Kansas City bus stops when I'm boarding the bus. The little shit pretty much eradicated all my faith in the society of tomorrow.
Then they all came back and resumed their antics, and one of the smaller ones came over and asked me, tentatively and to all appearances sincerely, whether I was a cyborg.
Faith restored. ^_^
Then they all came back and resumed their antics, and one of the smaller ones came over and asked me, tentatively and to all appearances sincerely, whether I was a cyborg.
Faith restored. ^_^