The Long Trip Home

On my way home from work a group of boys (3) was crossing the parking lot and crossed my path. It caused me to have to alter my course a little bit. I didnt have to slow down but I did have to turn to avoid hitting them. After I passed them, the youngest boy yelled at me.

Why dont you watch where youre going?!

Keep in mind that they got in my way. I stopped and turned around.

Are you serious?

The boy (who was all of 5 feet tall) cocked his head, raised his arms and puffed his chest at me. So I turned around and confronted him.

Whatcha gonna do old man?
Where are your parents?
Why?
Because Im going to call the Humane Society to have your mother spayed and your father put down. Then Im going to kick some respect into your little bitch ass.

Seeing fear in his eyes and, more importantly, the security golf cart making its rounds, I got back on my bike and went home.

Most of this story is not true.