Kids These Days

I was standing at the corner, about to head home yesterday after taking the dogs for a walk. Across the street from me were two little Black girls, probably no more than six or seven years old riding hot-pink bikes with the white wheels and streamers off the handlebars.

A White guy in a pick-up sped down the street between us with his windows down and music blasting, and right after he passed the three of us, the younger girl turned to her friend with her head cocked to the side in a confused look and said with the most attitude I've ever heard out of such a small person,

"What the hell was he bumping?"