Following the Niff's grandfather's funeral yesterday, which was an almost all day event, we decided to go out for a run/ride to enjoy the weather and talk. It's a route we are quite familiar with near where we live that runs through a private school in Concord and for some reason reminds me very much of Hogwarts. Maybe it's because the kids live there, maybe I saw a cloak or two there before, I am not entirely sure.
As we turned off on of the roads onto a side road a pickup truck with two prepubescent boys roll up behind us and out comes a fast food cup at our heads, chalk full of soda and ice. It was one of those Matrix-style things where I saw it barely clear my head and then the Niff's as it landed on the ground next to us. Being on a bike I could do very little other than scream profanities to them trying to get them to pull over so I could kick the ever loving shit out of them but they didn't stop for some reason.
This wasn't really that much of a shock to the Niff who runs frequently outside and says all the time that people yell things at her, drive real close to scare her, throw things in her general direction, and generally are complete assholes.
Out of nowhere, campus security rolls up behind us and I hear this guy ask me what I first hear to be something like "does that happen all the time?" and we kinda shrug it off and are like "yeah, all the time", and he looks at me like I just slapped his mother in the face in front of him. Wondering if I heard incorrectly I said, "Wait…what?" and he repeated his question:
"Do you usually throw your trash on the ground?"
And I laughed because here I am, on a fucking mountain bike going up a hill, with a water bottle strapped to my bike, and the Niff is running next to me.
I should have said, "Yeah, in fact, I am really good at throwing things of soda underneath trucks and they come soaring back at me over the cab and almost hit me in the head…want me to show you?"
But I didn't, I said, "What?? Those kids in that truck up there threw it at us!" at which point rent-a-campus-cop took off like a bat out of hell chasing down the kids. A few minutes later I see the punks drive by us, and I had the presence of mind to get the plate as I saw them laughing at us, with rent-a-campus-cop behind them by a few car lengths. He pulled over and I told him that was them and he said he got them, got their plate number and told them to go and pick it up, and it would do them good to say sorry on their way back. The Niff says she heard them laugh a sarcastic sorry when they rolled by but I was too busy playing Colombo to even hear them.
These kids couldn't have been more than 16, and they are definitely locals so I think the next thing to do is hunt for someone with a shitty pickup truck around here with a license plate that is 245 8849 and stop over at their house to have a chat with their dad. This should be fun.
