Two little juvenile delinquents attempting to tag a street sign. They're so short that even the taller one has to stand on his up-tilted skateboard to reach the bottom of the sign.
I snap a few shots, then step out onto my porch and take another. They look over, startled.
"Hey!" I yell at them. "Stop right there!" I march over.
"We weren't doin' nothin!"
"The hell you weren't. Give me that marker." The kid hands it over.
"What are your names? How old are you? Do you go to school here? Where do you live?"
To my surprise, they answer, completely cowed. The smaller one starts saying, "We're sorry! We're very sorry!" They're both trying hard not to cry.
"This is a nice neighborhood and what you're doing is WRONG. I've got pictures of you, and I'm keeping your marker. If I ever see you around here again, you're in BIG TROUBLE. Now SCRAM."
They hightail it out of there.
|Yes, it does appear that my Halloween costume of the scary neighbor lady was a self-fulfilling prophesy.|
"Damn kids! Get off my lawn!"
And I've got the proof right here.