Teenagers Scare Me

Since the last time I went on a run longer than 10 minutes with the B was a crash-and-burn disaster, I've decided to take my longer runs on my own.  We've been unsuccessfully searching craigslist for a 2nd hand treadmill, so I have to get out the door before the B wakes up.  It's a struggle for me, but much better than pushing around my own siren.  People, she's FINE.  She's just cranky, and I promise I'm not actually torturing her.  Feel free to holster those dirty looks.  And yes I shouldn't care what people think, but I do.

This brings me to the subject of this post.  Teenagers scare me.  They can just sit and stare at you for hours with blank looks on their face.  What's going on under all that angst?!  My morning run was on a local HS track, and I thought that since graduation was last week, school should be out.  About halfway through the run I started noticing teens parking their butts in the bleachers just staring.  As more started showing up, I had to conclude that they were there to either:

1. Cheer me on
2. Mock me
3. Take summer school.

My guess was #3.  Anyway, so a bunch of bored resentful teens were sitting around with nothing to do but wait.  And stare at the silly lady running on their track.  So, I did the only thing that made sense to me, I ran away.  (suggestions for funny meme here)

I'm terrified of the day the B turns into a teenager.  By the looks of things, she's already 1.5 going on 21.

Where's my glass of champagne?!