Mean Looking London Teenager And The Grumpy Old Man

Earlier on this morning I was wandering down to Kilburn Park tube station, heading off on another secret mission…honestly I was! I had just turned onto Cambridge Avenue, when this young guy who looked around 16 or 17 years old came walking out the job centre with a couple of application forms in his hand.

This young gentleman stood out like a sore thumb, he was dressed in a black t-shirt, black jeans and black trainers, he was the teenager in black! And on top of that he looked like a real scally. Old people were looking at him nervously as they walked past him, babies started to cry…he looked real fucking scary.

I thought at least he is making an effort to try and get a job. Maybe he wasn’t as bad  or  mean as he looked…Looks can be deceiving sometimes.

A hot looking lady of Caribbean persuasion with a booty from heaven suddenly crossed over the road and started walking in front of me and I forgot all about the mean looking London teenager. Now that is what I like to see walking down the road, not some mean looking teenager.

I grabbed myself a copy of the Metro, which would help to keep me occupied on my journey from Kilburn all the way to Elephant and Castle, I just the love that name, Elephant and Castle! I sat down on the tube and sitting not quite directly opposite me is the mean looking teenager dressed all in black. He was reading through his application forms.

By the time the train reached Bond Street it was packed…standing room only. I had immersed myself into a rather forgettable article in the Metro, when I heard the mean looking  teenager saying to an old man, ‘excuse me Mr would you like my seat’. I looked at the old man, who had a walking stick, was a few stones over weight, his face was bright read and he looked like he was ready to drop. The old man never heard him…the teenager asked him again. What a polite teenager he was.

I look at the old man thinking he might be deaf, the teenager then looks at me, I then look at the teenager, and I shrugged my shoulders. The mean teenager asks the old man again but much louder. This time he gets an answer, the grumpy old man could be bothered to speak this time, he growled, ‘I don’t want a seat’ and turned to face the opposite direction. You don’t want a seat, yet you look like you are ready to drop down dead at any second, give me a break.

I keep hearing all the bad press that teenagers get, they are out of control, they are rude and bad mannered. And I grant you some of them are, but from my personal experience most of them are the  exact opposite. You get just as many bad mannered, obnoxious, rude and grumpy old people as you do bad  teenagers and that is a fact. Did the grumpy old man really have to treat the teenage guy in such a nasty way.

I watched the grumpy old man and the teenager dressed all in black for the next 10 minutes. The old man looked so unhappy…full of anger and the teenager didn’t look quite so mean when I studied him more closely, he just looked like a young guy looking to make he his way in life. Hopefully he will find himself a job real soon. As for the grumpy old man…I quite frankly couldn’t give a dam!

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