Burn City

The thing is I was just in the worst mood ever.  I really was sick of a lot of things in my life even though its just now the beginning of a 3 day weekend.  I went outside to smoke a cigarette.  Now let me say this, as a rule of thumb I hate children.  Having said that, this neighborhood child comes flying down the street on his bike and comes to a screeching halt right at the front of my sidewalk to my house. 

Child “Where’s your black truck?”

Me “Its around the corner”

Child “I woke up in the morning and saw it right there”

Me “Yea I moved it.  That’s a pretty cool bike you have”

Child “Thanks.  I have another one, its like a dirt bike and the seat is flatter like this.”  He made some odd motions with his hands where the seat is on his other bike. “Hey is your truck a shifter?”

Me “Yup”

Child “So it goes like this?” He makes the correct motions with his hands and talks while making the car shifting noise “one Vrooom two Vrooom Three VROOOOOM four VROOOOOM 5 VROOOOOM!”

Me “Hey you got all the shifts right”

Child “My uncle has a black jeep, his is a shifter, some of them are shifters and some arent but some of them are.  Want me to get my other bike?”

Me “No Im about to go inside”

The boy’s mother yells for him

Child “ok c ya later!”

Retarded I know, but I am in a better mood for some reason.