Saturday night around midnight, Art and I were driving past Lyndale Park* when we saw a group of teenagers trying their very best to look like hipsters but instead looking like they were up to something shady. Also, they were standing in the middle of the road. In the dark. We both said something to the effect of, "What are those no good teens doing out this late?"
Early the next morning, I drove past the park again to see that the fountain near the Lake Harriet Rose Garden had been soaped.
I shook my fist at it.
Damn no good teens.
*Why yes, he did pick me up from Stephanie's because we were supposed to have a slumber party that was ruined when I realized I had to work at 7:00 the next morning but I still wanted to drink a bottle of wine.
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