Exchange in the park

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As I was walking the dogs back home through the park this morning, I caught up to a group of teenage boys, two of whom were throwing rocks at the ducks in the river. I've encountered this before, and in the past reacted by screaming. I really need to keep my cool more often. As I approached, the boys were tired of their game, and sat on a bench. As I was passing, one boy gestured at my dogs and said

"Yo, thassa half-pit right there, right?"

I replied "They're both full pit. Please don't throw rocks at them, okay?"

Before my superego could get control of the situation, my id insisted on adding,

"Asswipes."

Comments

[by-steph.livejournal.com]

When we lived in Texas, we lived near a bayou with a lot of Muscovy ducks around. Our town was a bird sanctuary by city ordinance which made it illegal to harass birds. I would tell little asshat kids that were harassing the ducks that what they were doing was illegal and I would threaten to call the police on them.

There was one time as a kid that I didn't say anything in response to senseless destruction of life. I was at camp when some kids found this huge freshwater mussel. It was beautiful. They brought it back to camp and proceeded to bash it to pieces. I didn't say a word. I just stood there and felt sick. I suppose if I was a super hero, that would be my defining moment in my self-imposed mission to protect the world from litter and animal abuse.