Cool Kids

"Excuse me." He said as he bumped me trying to scramble for the seat in which I was just about to claim for myself. It never ceases to amaze me how badly chivalry has died not only and more expectedly with the younger generation but with the older men who should know better as well. My mouth opened but the words had a hard time escaping so I just breathed in, trapping the thoughts in my head; and there they resounded. "I was going to sit there." I dwelled on it a few moments longer until a loud shriek of a laughter pierced my ear drums. Alarmed I scanned the train to see what ungodly creature's throat that flew out of and lo and behold, just beyond the electronic strip map a group of "cool" kids sat gathered at the very end seats; the one's that are reserved for handicaps but I guess in some way it was befitting. And OH GOD! You should have seen them, all Bronx kids, all obnoxious with their stalker shades ( the one's Kanye West made popular) Because as you all know it's not cool unless a rapper wears it- which by the way might explain why another boys pant were so ridiculously low that his boxers were showing. I mean HELLO doesn't anyone know that in prison you'd be someone else's bitch???  PEOPLE PLEASE PULL UP YOUR PANTS!!!   Ever since lil' Wayne started singing songs that sounded like he swallowed a synthesizer, these kids have lived by the ultra baggy jeans/ fruity sneaker trend ENOUGH IS ENOUGH BE ORIGINAL! (ahem) 

But I digress