We've been having 'taggers' in our little neighborhood lately. I'm forever calling in the graffiti police to clean as soon as I spot anything when the pups and I walk....
We live in an older neighborhood and we love it. We do not want to see it ravaged by tagging or bad activity, so we're pretty diligent...and we live close to a park..one for summer concerts, kids swinging and a safe zone to sit and watch the kids play..
So when we arrived back home from dinner, we spotted a teen-aged kid, pants at half-mast, hat cockeyed on his head..in the street writing something on the pavement.
We watched for a minute and Mr. B said.."Hey, whatcha doin' young man?"
He stood up and yanked at his pants..but just didn't answer.
"Nothin'..just writing - it's chalk.."
"It's just chalk, man.."
There was something about his lack of concern..or lack of understanding..or lack of further explanation that kinda bothered us.
When he came back in he said the kid apparently was writing 'directions' to a girlfriend with arrows directing her to him at the park..
When they arrived back home, he told me he went to the park to find the kid. He was now with his girlfriend when Mr. B approached.
The kid looked hesitant..the girlfriend looked embarrassed.
Mr. B said " I may have overreacted back there.." and went on to explain we've seen some tagging in the area and we were concerned.
He then said, "When I was young and had a girlfriend I was trying to impress, I did some pretty silly things. I'm sorry."
Maybe today, on this pretty Sunday, both of these guys learned not to accept first impressions.
Is it any wonder why I love this guy??
Have an educational Monday..and go hug someone..or something..or hug the universe..