Saturday, March 19, 2005
Scenes from the Bus
Riding along Ottawa's transit way on Friday I overheard a cell phone conversation. A male teenager, obviously talking with his mother about some grave injustice done unto him by his parents. Not news.
As the call went on, the tone became ever more hostile, finishing up with "F--- You Bitch".
That kid is going to regret that for the rest of his life. Some things cannot be unsaid, and there will be a time when he realizes that. Youth is wasted on the young I guess.
As the call went on, the tone became ever more hostile, finishing up with "F--- You Bitch".
That kid is going to regret that for the rest of his life. Some things cannot be unsaid, and there will be a time when he realizes that. Youth is wasted on the young I guess.
