Pocket Kids...Get One Of Your Very Own

Kids these days really have no sense of self, self-awareness sort of speak. No sense of respect. No common sense in general.

Is it all kids? No. But I guess we only notice the ones like above and good kids fade away.

Like today.

Trace and I were at a KFC (yes, Kentucky Fried...it's bad, but ooooh so good). No one else in the place. We were in front of the cashier/ordering section of the counter. We were in the process of ordering when more people come in. Trace are I were standing side by side...just so you know the orientation.

I spy a lady out of the corner of my eye. She's standing behind us to the right (same side Trace is on, I'm on the left) about 3 feet away...a good distance. The setup of the store lends to no structure on how to line up for ordering...which lead to this...

A second person comes in, while we are still ordering/paying. This cat didn't line up behind or next to the lady who was standing behind us to the right. Instead this guy sidles up next to me.

When I say next to me. I mean NEXT to me. Trace and I were standing side by side...like arms touching. This cat, which I can now see as a 16 year old kid, is standing just as close to me...almost touching but not.

Now I don't know about you...but that is very uncomfortable. If you read my other "too close for comfort" article...then you know. He was so close and so small, he could have been in my pocket. It was like he was cold and decided to jump into my pocket for warmth. Pretend you had this big poster of some kid in baggy-ass jeans, a ski cap, and a jacket that looked like it would fit John Goodman, roll in up, and stick it in your pants pocket. That's what it felt like.

I cock my head back...to give him the idea that I know what he's doing and I don't like it, but either he was trying to freak me out or he was oblivious of all things. I was holding my wallet out to pay...and I'm sure he was sneaking a peek to see what was in it. Just in a curious kind of way...not I'm gonna rob this mother type of way. Besides, he was no more than 5'2" tall. Now he knows what a grown man carries in his wallet...no money, a coupon for Cherrios, 1000000 receipts...look forward to adulthood, boy.

Lucky for him that I'm a nice guy. What if I just came out of prison...those guys don't like people up on them. I don't know personally, but I'm going to say that is a safe bet.

Anyway...we got our snacks and we were on our way.

What ever happened to personal space...do we really have to teach that to kids? Shouldn't just being around your parents make you pick up on things like that?

I guess he has parents that stand right next to people at the ATM booth.

But just to let you all know, Pocket Kids are now available at a high school hang-out near you. Get them while they're hot.