Darn kids, always on my lawn
It’s always something when you’re trying to park in this city — street sweepers, bird poo, the jerkweed kids in your neighborhood leaving Olde English bottles at the curb which you then run over by mistake if you forget to do a tire check EVERY TIME you use the car.
I mean, my God. Underage drinking is one thing — I was very good at it, myself — but damn, there’s a dumpster RIGHT THERE in the laundromat parking lot. You can’t take your Juicy-knockoff-wearing ass over there and throw one away for your homies?
Grrr.
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Teenagers in my parents’ neighborhood in suburban Boston do the same thing. There’s nothing like waking up on a Saturday morning and seeing beer cans all over your front lawn — beer cans that you had NOTHING to do with!
“…throw one away for your homies?” Snerk. And ow. Coffee out the nose hurts.