So we're changing jets last night and there's what's called an 'unaccompanied minor' waiting at the gate for a rep to escort him to the next gate.
This kid is probably 12 years old, max.
He's got a mowhawk, doc martens and a "Misfits" t-shirt on.
I say, "Hey! Cool! I was just listening to 'Halloween II' by the Misfits while I was waiting for the aircraft to arrive!" (true)
"YOU listen to the 'Misfits'?"
"Sure! Geez, it's not like I wear a hat and a double-breasted blazer on my days off, ya know!"
The poor 12-year old kid looked like his world of originality and rebelliousness just got ruined by a 33-year old 'stuffed shirt' who liked music that he liked.
He's mostly likely going to end up burning his t-shirt once he gets home because an 'old guy' likes punk music.
This kid is probably 12 years old, max.
He's got a mowhawk, doc martens and a "Misfits" t-shirt on.
I say, "Hey! Cool! I was just listening to 'Halloween II' by the Misfits while I was waiting for the aircraft to arrive!" (true)
"YOU listen to the 'Misfits'?"
"Sure! Geez, it's not like I wear a hat and a double-breasted blazer on my days off, ya know!"
The poor 12-year old kid looked like his world of originality and rebelliousness just got ruined by a 33-year old 'stuffed shirt' who liked music that he liked.
He's mostly likely going to end up burning his t-shirt once he gets home because an 'old guy' likes punk music.