So last night, about 10:30 or so, I'm getting ready to go to bed. As I was pulling back the covers, I suddenly heard a woman screaming, agonizingly, as if she were being beaten. I listened for a moment, then threw some clothes on and went to open the front door to see if I could figure out where it was coming from. On the sidewalk in front of the small park across the street was a crowd of teenagers carrying on, a bunch of girls judging by the sound of their voices. I decided I wasn't in the mood for teenaged crap, so I yelled over to them to shut up. One of them turned around and yelled back, "You want to fight, old lady?" I just stood there for a moment, honestly flabbergasted. I had no idea how to reply to that.
I should have said, "Sure, I love to fight teenage girls, it's my favorite thing! Lemme go get my switchblade and my num-chucks and I'll be right over!"
Uh-huh.
Then she yelled it again and I yelled back something about calling the cops and her friends flipped out and dragged her off down the street. I went back inside, but didn't go to bed because I began getting paranoid that the mouthy one was going to talk her friends into coming back and throwing a rock through my window or something. Finally hit the sack a bit after midnight, and spent the next five hours tossing restlessly.
Uh-huh.
Then she yelled it again and I yelled back something about calling the cops and her friends flipped out and dragged her off down the street. I went back inside, but didn't go to bed because I began getting paranoid that the mouthy one was going to talk her friends into coming back and throwing a rock through my window or something. Finally hit the sack a bit after midnight, and spent the next five hours tossing restlessly.
Guess it's time to go buy a rocking chair and a shot gun for the front porch.
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