as i was coming out of my mothers tonight with the dog, she decides to run off (cause she thinks it's SO funny... the dog, not my mother.)
around the corner three teenage kids are given a fright as a playful German Shepherd runs past them.
so i drive the car around the corner to get her, and i'm told by them "if she comes near me i'll stick the boot through her" so that's put me in a GREAT mood.
anyways the dog gets put in the car and i start the drive home, coming out of the estate and round the back onto the main road where the same three kids then decide to throw what looked like a brick at the car.
i slam the brakes on, stop the engine and start running after the one i think i can catch, and i do... i then proceed with the usual shouty threatening thing that you'd expect as i'm grabbing his coat and leave it at that, as i'm walking away a traffic copper then pulls up... so i explain the situation to him, he grabs the kid who then proceeds to give any information asked of him (he would have been USELESS at keeping state secrets) dropping his mates who have since vanished right in it, with names, dates of birth, addresses, eating habits, favourite films.
as the copper is looking over the car for damage (luckily the brakes were the optional extra sport ones so i stopped in time) another bloke comes out and complains that three teenagers have just been pelting ice at his front window, and have damaged it.
now that i'm home and the adrenaline is ebbing away, i'm stuck thinking
a) i'm a hell of alot faster than i thought i was on foot.
b) i feel quite bad for grabbing the kid (i didn't hit him or anything but there is a line you shouldn't cross and i was closer to it that was comfortable... i mean i don't really fancy a record.)
c) kids these days should be locked in rooms with no windows, internet or phones until they can prove they aren't all complete scumbags.
around the corner three teenage kids are given a fright as a playful German Shepherd runs past them.
so i drive the car around the corner to get her, and i'm told by them "if she comes near me i'll stick the boot through her" so that's put me in a GREAT mood.
anyways the dog gets put in the car and i start the drive home, coming out of the estate and round the back onto the main road where the same three kids then decide to throw what looked like a brick at the car.
i slam the brakes on, stop the engine and start running after the one i think i can catch, and i do... i then proceed with the usual shouty threatening thing that you'd expect as i'm grabbing his coat and leave it at that, as i'm walking away a traffic copper then pulls up... so i explain the situation to him, he grabs the kid who then proceeds to give any information asked of him (he would have been USELESS at keeping state secrets) dropping his mates who have since vanished right in it, with names, dates of birth, addresses, eating habits, favourite films.
as the copper is looking over the car for damage (luckily the brakes were the optional extra sport ones so i stopped in time) another bloke comes out and complains that three teenagers have just been pelting ice at his front window, and have damaged it.
now that i'm home and the adrenaline is ebbing away, i'm stuck thinking
a) i'm a hell of alot faster than i thought i was on foot.
b) i feel quite bad for grabbing the kid (i didn't hit him or anything but there is a line you shouldn't cross and i was closer to it that was comfortable... i mean i don't really fancy a record.)
c) kids these days should be locked in rooms with no windows, internet or phones until they can prove they aren't all complete scumbags.