Sometimes i am too harsh to people, especially little not so grown up people called “Kids.”
Kids are weird, you know, especially in the city. You see them everyday, you HEAR them everday. My day starts with the screaming of kids not wanting to go to the Kindergarten, and i cant find enough evilness to tell their mother to make them shut up in the way too early morning.
It continues with kids on the subway. Lots of them. Hordes of them. They jump into the subways, sometimes they jump against the closed doors of the subway and i have to laugh. And that is evil, or at least i think its evil. Mind you, i wouldnt be happy if someone laughs when i jump against a closed subway door, but the thing is: i dont do stuff like that.
Anyways, dear bored readers. I am not going to rant about Kids anymore. Pls keep in mind that i sometimes take care of kids too, the whole weekend long, and i CAN be pretty damn nice at times. not always. but often. ooookay, not often, but often enough!
Where was i? Oh yes, i was going to the local SEWA store. Yes the store that belongs to a … man… who might be quite strange. Esoteric stuff and light eating, and.. other weird stuff. I needed 2 boxes to put a steady growing pile of photos, little things that noone really needs (old minidiscs, my old glasses, presents from aunts that think i am 5 year old…) into them, and make the boxes hide somewhere under the couch or table or bed. I wanted to go to IKEA but couldnt be arsed asking someone how to get there or bring me there. I found 2 boxes that met my expecations (they are NOT pink, they dont have flowers on them, and i can put stuff into them.) and went to the cashier. Before me 2 girly girls were buying rings and candy candy. mmh… candy candy, but they couldnt decide which rings to buy, so i was already putting my boxes there and waited for the lady to take my money. Then they decided it should be the green and pink rings and wanted to pay before me, when suddenly one of them said “oh, that lady was here before us.” That was cute. Not only was i considered a grown up, but the kids noticed that i was there before them. I smiled and said its alright, i have time, please pay. Unfortunately the candy was a bit too expensive and 1eur was left. GASP. They were embarassed. The cashier too. Me too. The boxes as well. I grabbed my bag and searched in its deep deep dangerous hole for change. i found 1 eur and paid for them. Their girly girl eyes (no make up. i was suprised.) looked at me and both of them said “Thank you!”. I smiled too, and everybody was smiling, the boxes included. I paid for my stuff and went outside, already forgetting what i did when the girls came after me, shook my hand and said THANK YOU again.

See, i am not a kid eating monster all the time.
And sometimes it helps to be nice and friendly. If kids are friendly and polite, i am quite the same. The Moral of the story is quite simple: There is actually none. Unfortunately i cant find one. Probably there is one, but i am too caffeinated to find it.