All The Small Things

So today I took my lovely Nicky to the shops in the big town near to us. Among other things, we bought some of those lovely new power saving environment friendly light globes. I bought the ones with the wrong ends on them though, so they don't actually fit anywhere in my house, but the thought was there.

So on our way out to our car, which was parked on the upper level of the two story carpark (I know, we're so metro etc.) I noticed a small gang of five kids, verbally abusing anyone who walked past them.

This is the most bogan suburb in our area, so while disgusted by the sight and sound of it, I wasn't particularly surprised.

So Nicky and I got into our car, I set up the iPod, I buckled Nicky in, did my own seatbelt up, fiddled about organising myself, then started to drive out of the carpark.

About halfway across the carpark I noticed something fishy was going on in the row next to where I was. There was a little old lady in a car, with her window down, talking to the same gang of kids. They were screaming abuse at her at the top of their lungs, and she was obviously telling them to give it up. The ringleader then grabbed a nearby trolley and attempted to ram the ladies car. The lady sped off, which is the only thing that saved her from a large panel beating bill.

The kids then ran towards the exit ramp, and I continued to drive out, horrified at what I had seen.

But as the two cars in front of me drove down the ramp, their drivers were verbally abused by these kids, and the girl leader spat on the cars.

I didn't want this to happen to me, so I stopped and motioned for them to cross in front of me. The girl leader started to yell at me to get moving (and this was liberally sprinkled with discriptions of what I was, many words that were more at home in a pub during a fight than coming out of this childs mouth.)

I waited. And waited. The girl leader was staring at me. I stared back. She continued to yell.

Another car drove up behind me, so I had to drive on. They spat on my car as I drove past. I pulled into a car park as I got onto the road, and got my mobile out to call the police.

The police lady was very nice, and the kids gathered about my car as I spoke to her. They were yelling at me. The ringleader girl was swearing "You stupid B&*ch, as if you called the cops, nice fake call you C*&%"

And so forth.

They then started knocking on my windows, hitting my car doors, and spitting on my car.

People were starting to stare at us, but they didn't stop.

The girl leader sat on my bonnet and put her feet up there too.

A man approached me from across the road. I wound down my window, and said to him that we were OK, I'd called the police adn they were on their way.

He told the girl to get off my car, and the other ones to step away. They went and sat on the grass nature strip. They continued to verbally abuse both of us as the man and I talked. Until this point, I'd stayed in the car, because they were threatening to physically harm me if I got out.

So we chatted for a while, and then the police came round the corner.

The kids shat themselves, got up and bolted.

The police saw them bolt, and immediately sped up. They got just about airborne coming over a speedhump, and caught the kids.

Yay!

So the man gave his details to the policeman, and so did I. (He was YOUNGER than me. I'm horrified. He was so grown up and masterful! I'm such a sooky girl!!)

And then I came home.

The end.

 

There is probably a whole post on child delinquency and the poor parenting that leads to the creation of children like these, and so on. But frankly, I'm tuckered out. Another time maybe.