My funny but not so funny story

I will tell you a small story, well, there isn’t much to tell. I would like to think that being a teen is easy. But adults alas I feel you are mistaken. See being a teenager is very much like tribes, we fight and I quote ‘Mash em up’, this is a language I am not fluent in myself, every week there’s a new set of words.

But the story I will tell is an experience I had whilst going to the shops. If you haven’t already gathered I find the majority of people my age to be one of two things; depressing Goths from the Dark Age’s or cavemen the ones that develop the languages, scientists have analysed and assume there may be possible higher brain function. So when I was strolling back from the shops I was not surprised when a group of cavemen jumped me. I almost expected them to shout stand and deliver. Tacky but understandable none the less. Oh but no they were speaking a whole new language first encounters with the cavemen went a little like this.

They started by asking ‘you got beef’?!
This confused me at first; it was only later a friend informed me he was asking did I have a problem. Unfortunately I went on to say ‘Ur no sorry, I have chicken egg’s and ham, I also have a bag and a mobile phone’. Then they asked if I was starting, what a race? Realising them getting slightly angrier I became cautious, I then really pushed my luck by talking what I assumed to be a usual talking speed, but this confused the poor beasts and with that I did hitch up and run.

I didn’t get to badly hurt, luckily cavemen are distracted easy and a small piece of silver foil happened to blow in to ones face, was it luck? Probably not.

But a tip next time you try and talk to someone who happens to be sixteen, talk slowly and read facial expressions because otherwise you are going to loose yourself. Until next time.