I took a right turn into the parking lot and saw two young boys, if I had to guess I’d say around 10 or 11 years old. They were huddled near the garages of the townhouses I used to reside in, bikes laying on the ground beside them. Driving pass slowly I tried to observe what was going on and at the last second before turning into my parking spot, I took a glance in my rear-view mirror.
These little shits are starting fires!
I slammed on my brakes, threw my car in reverse and with a squeal of my tires and a mark left on the pavement – I met them at the garages. I went into full blown, she-must-be-a-mama mode. I opened my door with conviction and these delinquent little beasts got pummeled with my angry mom voice.
While throwing my hands in the air…
WHAT EXXXACTLY DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!
Then, without skipping a beat, shaking my head from side to side to show my dislike of the situation…
I took one step closer to them, gave them a good stare-down for few seconds and finished up with…
I SUGGEST YOU BOYS GET OUTTA HERE BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!!
In my mind, that is what I looked like.
Legit fear immediately covered both their faces. The taller boy threw his hands in the air as if I was an actual police officer myself, with a gun drawn. The smaller blonde boy just stood there with a blank face, nervous.
I make my way back to my house and as I am walking in the front door I notice them taking off on their bikes. Shit, they know where I live. I don’t know these kids… for all I know I just messed with the wrong 11 eleven year old.
A while later, while I was getting ready to make dinner my doorbell rang.
We just wanted to say that we are really sorry for playing with those matches by your house. Is there anything we can do to repay you?
First of all, I never requested or felt as if they owed me anything but I did step outside and chat with to these two young boys. I did my best to explain the serious consequences and risks of starting fires and playing with matches – especially on other people’s property. The taller boy says: Yeah, like……he could have started on fire… pointing at his buddy.
There was a pause, but I replied: Yeah…I would have totally hated that.
We had a little laugh and they went on their way. They never had to come back and say anything, they easily could have gone around the corner and kept doing what they were doing or went home and laughed at the crazy woman in the ally; instead, they made a choice that made me feel good about them, which was so pleasantly unexpected.
They aren’t little shits after all, just young boys.