You damn kids get off my lawn!

[apocalypsos]

I 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*

Comments

[paddle-slut.livejournal.com]

oh poor jenn *hugs & goes to find the little bastards to kick the crap out of them*

[ewacat.livejournal.com]

Some kids were doing that to me and some friends of mine a couple of years ago. They were cycling around too, and one of them - I remember him as being really tall and belligerent - kept curving in on his massive mountain bike and playing chicken with me, kind of.

And I've never been a very good shot on account of being quite dyspraxic. So I got blindly angry and lobbed a football at him. I was angry and so it missed by a wide margin - but it bounced off the court at a funny angle and hit the side of his head, and he was so startled he fell off his bike.

And his friends all jeered and he started to cry.

I wish the idea of getting the police involved had occurred to me instead of throwing a basketball. I'm a bitch with a short fuse.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Well, I was going to call the cops from the start but Bryan was like, "Wait for it, wait for it ..."

Then that one kid mooned us. YAY! Thanks for the ammo, you little fucker.

If he'd been an adult I would have just pantsed him because he was RIGHT THERE. Yeah, do that in front of a woman, kid. Smooth move. Say hi to Officer Nolan for me!

I feel like Kathy Bates in "Fried Green Tomatoes". "Sorry, kid, I'm older and pay rent and taxes."

[cleobourne.livejournal.com]

fuckers!

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

You have no idea how much I hope they were still at the park when the cops went up. I almost wanted to get a bag of popcorn and head back up.

[expastic.livejournal.com]

I'm 15 and I'm not that annoying.

Stupid fuckers giving us a bad name. :P

[thedorkygirl.livejournal.com]

Will you be contacted if the cops did find them there?

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Well, I didn't leave my name, but then again this is a really small town, so I don't doubt that the cop knows who I am. I don't think so, though.

[thedorkygirl.livejournal.com]

Darn!