  After a perfectly cool, rainy afternoon of athleticism on the tennis court, Adam and I packed up our balls and hit the park paths back to our apartment. Adam scooting and myself on the beach cruiser, we pass three adolescents sitting on a bench, up to nothing at all. Despite being skeptical about the kids around our neighborhood, I smile at them. No response no smiles. It's nothing new, I'm used to it now. But as I glide past them I hear one yell, "GET OFF YOUR BIKE BITCH. " "Excuuuse meeee, don't talk like that to me," I say as I turn my head and stare at them. One of the kids points to the overweight boy lounging on the green bench.
"Yeah, alright" I yell as I leave, who needs this from 13 year old kids. I see Adam tearing up a U-ee as he scoots back to me. "What did they say to you? " Adam, 6'5, infuriated from one too many wise ass comments directed towards us in our new neighborhood, slings the metal scooter over his shoulder and starts barreling towards the four foot boys. They run, it's hilarious. Adam later revealed to me that it didn't occur to him how he was holding the scooter over his shoulder, but it really looked like he was going to beat them to a pulp.
As soon as we turn our backs the kid yells to Adam, "White Fucker. " "Your mothers taught you well," I yell at them as we ride away in fury and rage. Granted, it's not the most ideal comeback, but honestly, who talks like that to a complete stranger. It takes an afternoon or therapeutic baking, an evening of relaxation and Henies to heal the unnecessary anger these ignorant kids left lingering inside us.
Of course, it's only necessary to ponder about what you should have done... Dream Sequence #1: "Get off your bike bitch," Overweight boy #1 yells. Scarlet demounts her bike as it rolls passengerless, until it eventually falls to the ground. Boy #2 points to Boy #1 indicating to Scarlet that Boy #1 was the one who called her a bitch.
Boy #3 sits there in fear as Scarlet approaches. Walking slowly towards them, Scarlet tears her tennis bag off her shoulder and reaches inside pulling out her lightweight Wilson Pro Hammer 4.0, "What did you say to me little boy? " she says as she pulls out her second racket, an old school Prince. Bearing a racket in each hand and wrath in her eyes, they flee, hoping they will never cross paths with her again. They make a mental note never to fuck with this bitch ever again. 
