I am officially a cranky old woman. The window at which I work faces out onto the street. I looked up a few minutes ago, and saw about eight high-school boys hanging out on the stoop across the street.
→[More:]"Shouldn't they be in school?" I thought. "That's too many boys to be outside at once," I thought. "What *are* they doing huddled around each other like that," I thought. I glared out the window. They finally saw me, waved sheepishly, and wandered away quickly.
I didn't get the chance to shake my fist at them, though.