I'm walking the dog. We get to the school. There is a small river that runs by the school. In it live ducks and carp and great white crane-like birds. I like this river. Every morning I make it a point to stand on the bridge and say hello to the ducks and the carp and the great white crane-like birds. I do so this morning.
I notice some teenager on a scooter parked up a ways but right next to the river. He is wearing a helmet and is furiously smoking a cigarette. I walk towards him knowing full well what he is going to do. My evil eye is building in intensity. And he does it. He flicks the cigarette into the water. I crack. I say, "ASSHOLE!" directly to him. And then an uneasy feeling comes over me.
He starts his scooter and rides down the bank towards me, towards me...
That is when it becomes clear. About the time he grumbles "Good morning" in my direction as he passes...it is one of my son's teachers.
And not just any teacher but the one who while strict has always been so kind to me even when others have not.