Douchebag teens? Check. We ran into some driving home from the playground.
They were on bikes and wouldn’t get out of the street (they obviously knew I was behind them) and then glared at me as they leisurely criss-crossed in front of me to the side of the street and I drove past. Then they made sure to stare me down as they caught up to us and rode past our driveway blaring their R-rated rap music. Like seriously?
If anyone ever sees my kids acting like that in the future, you have my blessing to drop kick their asses and teach them a lesson.