…unless of course, they have an image ability to maintain their composure and abide by the manners instilled during childhood.

Today’s example:
I’m picking up my little girl’s shoes from the yard as they run barefoot toward their friend across the field.

Teenage Boys drive by…
They commence their habitual hollering and cat-calling as I subsequently ignore them.

Then,

Boys: it smells like cum!
(then… singing) Cum baby cum

Keep in mind my 4 & 9 year old are right-bloody-here, in the yard.

Me: then go wash your hands

Boys: (stupid face, no words)

Me: that just happened.
But hey, Next time you roll through here, you might consider keeping your mouths shut to avoid having to explain a busted window to daddy’s car.

Boys: gone.

Waste of space.