I was driving along today on a busy commercial stretch of road near my home, listening to a local talk radio station (yes, I listen to talk radio) and totally minding my own business. Until I came to a stop light. And happened to turn my head to my left.
There, in the back seat of a car next to me, were two kids. Girls. They looked to be about 10 or 11. And they were both picking their noses. Ewww. I turned away uncomfortably… but, in morbid curiosity, I turned ever so slightly back. By then, these two girls were dramatically eating their kill. And I mean EATING. Ewwww to the 10th power.
And then they began to laugh. At my expense. I think. I mean, I do not have some inflated sense of importance, so I certainly don’t think it was ME in particular that they had intended to revolt. But revolt, they did. Wrong place, wrong time for me.
But it didn’t stop there. No. As the light turned green, each of the girls turned directly toward me and flipped me off. My immediate reaction was, “Yeah, you too,” with a big ol’ manicured middle finger… but I am much too mature for that kind of reaction. Yes. Of course. So the car just sailed through that green light like a snake though the grass.
It took me a moment to accelerate my car. And then I thought, “I have to catch up to these little b-(undles) of joy to make sure I was seeing things correctly. Sure enough. At the very next traffic light, the girls were again serving up boogers and middle fingers to the next unsuspecting motorist. “Holy boogers, Batman,” I thought. Well, I didn’t actually think that. What I thought was, “Does the person driving that car have any idea what is going on behind her.” I memorized the license plate. I contemplated what I would say to that mom, or aunt, or grandma, or sister, or sitter.
But the car turned left at the next major intersection, and I was not feeling so very societally responsible enough to get into some uncomfortable confrontation. Or perhaps denial by these two little b-(abes).
Maybe I should have done something. Boogers are one thing. But obscene gestures? When did that become idle entertainment for little girls?