A trio of 19 year old boys.
In Canada.
Where the drinking age is…wait for it….19.
It’s almost like a really bad “Cops” episode. I’ll be sitting in front of the tv some Saturday night, quaffing an adult beverage of my choice, and that familiar theme song will come on…
“Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?”
Admit it, you were humming along weren’t you?
Moving along. Told the boy that he would be in the country for 4 hours if he was lucky, before he would hear the words:
“Hands against the wall you filthy, american hippie, eh.”
And to top it all off. He asked me to go along. Yeah right, I want to chaperone a a trio of boys who have “Trouble on Two Legs” written all over them.
Not likely.
Namaste.
