The other day at a store a tiny boy whizzed passed me on a little razor scooter. My gut reaction aligned with my inner grumpy old man and I was irritated. But then I thought, I wish I could be that kid. Thus and so my inner kid kicked the inner grumpy old man in the tenders, grabbed a scooter himself, and went screaming through the aisles.
Of course this all happened in my head. I neither kicked any old men nor got on a scooter.
But maybe I should have.
Hopefully the grumpy old man within learned a lesson without resorting to violence. This time.
Watch your back old man.