You damn kids get off my lawn!
Jun. 21st, 2006 02:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosI decided that I needed to burn off some nervous energy and went up to the park to play basketball. When I got there, there were about eight or nine boys about fourteen or fifteen years old hanging around. I got out of my car to walk over to the baseball field to get a Gatorade and they yelled, "Hey, want to play?" I thought they were talking to each other, but apparently they were yelling to me -- probably sarcastically -- and got pissed when I wouldn't answer, because the next thing they did was scream stuff like, "Mommy, I want a dollar!" and "Hey, bitch!"
Hmm. That's attractive.
So I went and got Bryan to come with me for a bunch of reasons -- I figured it was a bad idea to go over there alone, he might know who the kids were (and who their parents are, because I would have had no problems calling them), I thought I'd need a witness just in case I needed to get the cops, and besides, the kid needs to get out more.
We walked back over there and took the other side of the court, and they started up. Catcalling, making geese noises every time we tried to shoot, etc. Pretty much harrassing the hell out of us for no reason. Somehow, my brother (he of the regrettably short fuse) managed to keep calm long enough to go over and go, "Dudes, knock it off."
No dice. They kept up the catcalling. They rode their bikes through our side of the court screaming. They kept barging between us to make layups at our basket.
Finally, one of them ran between us to make a layup at our basket with his pants shoved down to moon us as he went past.
I almost said, "Thanks!" Because even if the rest of it wasn't worth going to the local cops, THAT was.
Best score I had all day. :)
*really hopes they're still at the court when the cops go up there*
Hmm. That's attractive.
So I went and got Bryan to come with me for a bunch of reasons -- I figured it was a bad idea to go over there alone, he might know who the kids were (and who their parents are, because I would have had no problems calling them), I thought I'd need a witness just in case I needed to get the cops, and besides, the kid needs to get out more.
We walked back over there and took the other side of the court, and they started up. Catcalling, making geese noises every time we tried to shoot, etc. Pretty much harrassing the hell out of us for no reason. Somehow, my brother (he of the regrettably short fuse) managed to keep calm long enough to go over and go, "Dudes, knock it off."
No dice. They kept up the catcalling. They rode their bikes through our side of the court screaming. They kept barging between us to make layups at our basket.
Finally, one of them ran between us to make a layup at our basket with his pants shoved down to moon us as he went past.
I almost said, "Thanks!" Because even if the rest of it wasn't worth going to the local cops, THAT was.
Best score I had all day. :)
*really hopes they're still at the court when the cops go up there*
