Teenagers

Just like the song by My Chemical Romance ("Teenagers scare/the living shit out of me...).

I went to Whole Foods today. I was picking up just a few things, and was at the refrigerated beverage section. While I looked for a small bottle of OJ, I heard voices behind me talking about Red Bull. I glanced over and saw the typical Peninsula wannabes: three white trash kids trying to be black. I glanced at my cart, and figured that it wasn't in their way--and I'd be moving quickly. I grabbed my OJ and quietly walked away, only to hear "bitch" as I walked past one of them! I threw him the dirtiest look I could and kept walking. But as I walked, I got angrier--why didn't I talk back??? I guess I was so shocked that anyone--even a kid--would treat me like that; I was speechless. I got one more item and when I got to the register, the cashier said "how are you tonight?" I blurted, "Okay, other than some teenagers over there called me a bitch for no reason!" She looked apalled and said, "Whatever!"

I was boiling mad by the time I got to the car, even though I kept trying to calm down for the baby's sake. When I picked AC up from the train station, he could tell something was wrong, so I told him what happened. He said, "Maybe they were talking to each other. Maybe they weren't talking to you. Were they big?"

I can't help but go through the fifty responses I coulda/shoulda/woulda but didn't.