Hobbling past them on my way to the store, I heard one of them call out. I assumed he was mocking me, then few of them ran up and offered to carry my bags
Teenagers from a few different schools would sit under the tree nearest our block of units. They were a bit troublesome sometimes. Usually, they would just smoke cigarettes and the occasional doobie. But other times they’d spray paint tags on our fence or yell smartarse comments at people walking through the park.
So very “scary!” How did you possibly survive before getting to know them?
Yeah, the uplifting story is that a judgmental curmudgeon is forced to interact with other local people and discovers that he had misjudged them. Maybe this experience opened his mind and he gives more people the benefit of the doubt.
So very “scary!” How did you possibly survive before getting to know them?
Yeah, the uplifting story is that a judgmental curmudgeon is forced to interact with other local people and discovers that he had misjudged them. Maybe this experience opened his mind and he gives more people the benefit of the doubt.