When Grown Ups get Harrassed by Children
On my way to work from the university.
2 minutes left until my train passes and im on the platform waiting.
Suddenly someone cries out 'I go first, you children stay close to me dammit!'
The platform is invaded by a hoard of tiny people, children armed with pokemon backpacks and lunchbags that they sway around like a propeller on a crashing plane.
A voice besides me:' Oh no! I hope those kids dont enter our part of the train'.
Well they did, and they filled our tram to the breaking point. Cartman look-alikes, cute kids, and annoying kids, happy kids, suspicious kids - all about 8-10 year olds who this day, this moment are labelled enemies of the 'high-paced-efficient' grownup society. It is sad, I think one should appreciate the playfullness and the sincerness of these kids - a pause from the monotony and the mundane, for a brief moment...and that means its not every day, so toughen up or grab a cab.
2 minutes left until my train passes and im on the platform waiting.
Suddenly someone cries out 'I go first, you children stay close to me dammit!'
The platform is invaded by a hoard of tiny people, children armed with pokemon backpacks and lunchbags that they sway around like a propeller on a crashing plane.
A voice besides me:' Oh no! I hope those kids dont enter our part of the train'.
Well they did, and they filled our tram to the breaking point. Cartman look-alikes, cute kids, and annoying kids, happy kids, suspicious kids - all about 8-10 year olds who this day, this moment are labelled enemies of the 'high-paced-efficient' grownup society. It is sad, I think one should appreciate the playfullness and the sincerness of these kids - a pause from the monotony and the mundane, for a brief moment...and that means its not every day, so toughen up or grab a cab.
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