Camera shy
It’s no secret that I don’t like kids. Feel free to judge me for that, but all I say is that there is too much evidence for me to think any otherwise. A couple of weeks ago a bunch of youths were riding their mopeds around my house. I had to get out and ask them what the heck they were up to, but they quickly vanished from the scene before giving me any reasonable explanation (I gravely doubt there was any).And just now - a teenager riding a bike around house, making engine noises (very mature, that), with another kid leaning against the rowan on my front lawn, eating apples. I showed myself in the kitchen window and the kid with the apples stood up, left an apple core on the ground and moved himself to the driveway instead. After a few moments I heard pounding on the roof. Mama’s little angel was throwing apple cores at my house! Finally I had enough, and decided to take a picture of them - that would probably be a lot more effective than asking for their names. I deliberately fiddled with the camera in front of the window, and as soon as they caught the sight of it, they rode off. Didn’t feel too photogenic then, eh?
Don’t tell me that boys will be boys. They can bloody well be that somewhere else but not on my front lawn! Zero tolerance.
I know that the brats won’t be reading this blog, but I would just like to state this for the record - you violate the sanctity of my home, and I will take pictures. Also known as mug shots…
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