My God, I'm turning into one of those middle-aged curmudgeons who yells at kids to get off his lawn.

Well, not quite, but here's a funny story.  The other day I was going through the self-checkout at the supermarket and there were several rowdy teenagers behind me.  You know the type - ratty clothes, skateboards, etc.  And they were being too loud and pushing each other around and even violating my personal space by lurking around right behind where I was checking out (Were they trying to see my pin?).

So, I was a little distracted and hurried to get out of there.  But as soon as I closed my car door I realized that I had forgotten to take the $20 I had got back with my groceries!  And it was all because I was distracted by those kids!  And furthermore, they were behind me in line, so THEY were going to end up with my $20!  Arghhh!

I debated whether to go back inside and confront them, but before I could make up my mind I heard a knocking on my car window.  Yes, it was one of those kids bringing me the $20 I had forgotten.

I guess every once in a while we need to be reminded to chill out and get in touch with our inner skater-dude.