Wifey and I rode to Red Lobster in Fayeteville, while having lunch my Internatrix alarm pager goes off. Get up, go outside and there must be about 15 teenagers standing around the bike.
Me: "Can you please get away from that motorcycle."
Girl speaks up: "We did not touch the bike."
Me: "You did not have to touch it, you got too close and it gave you an alarm warning."
Boy: "Yeah, but we did not touch your bike."
Me: "If you want to have a party in the parking lot, that is OK, but you aint gonna do it around this motorcycle, please go somewhere else."
Manager comes out and tells them to leave, or he is calling the cops, tells me not to worry, the front reception desk will keep an eye on the bike.
Don't know what it is with the kids nowadays, there is just no respect. Guess it is just me getting old.
Me: "Can you please get away from that motorcycle."
Girl speaks up: "We did not touch the bike."
Me: "You did not have to touch it, you got too close and it gave you an alarm warning."
Boy: "Yeah, but we did not touch your bike."
Me: "If you want to have a party in the parking lot, that is OK, but you aint gonna do it around this motorcycle, please go somewhere else."
Manager comes out and tells them to leave, or he is calling the cops, tells me not to worry, the front reception desk will keep an eye on the bike.
Don't know what it is with the kids nowadays, there is just no respect. Guess it is just me getting old.