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Tuesday, March 23, 2004
TEENS!
Want to know the worst part of my job? It's not the small pay. I am used to that. It's not the hours. Pretty reasonable there. It's not the actual work. That's relatively pleasurable. The worst part of my job is getting there. The most direct route to my job takes me right past a high school exactly the time it lets out.
This is Upland High School. Historically, serving one of the more affluent, well-heeled sections of the local area. And it shows.
There is nothing worse than a great crowd of teenagers driving $50,000 cars badly. These are people whose first digit of their age starts with a one. Blaring the latest pop/rap/crap music in the car daddy bought them. Nevermind blinkers! I am merging. Nevermind oncoming traffic! I am pulling out of a parking lot. While on a cel phone. In a Lexus.
Teens are the least responsibled, most privileged portion of society. You would think that they would be appreciative of their freedom. And maybe some are, but not this crowd. Everytime, in that same stretch of street, that particular block, I have to jump on my brakes to avoid hitting a 17 year old barbie in her deluxe SUV.
Now before you start accusing me of stone-throwing, I never had a car in high school. (Hell, I really did have to get up early to walk to school because the school buses didn't run in our neighborhood) My folks didn't ever own a VCR until after I graduated and bought them one. So all I am saying is that the spoiled punks of Upland high school can go to Hell!
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