This afternoon I confronted a young, twenty-five year old man today after he drove his Camero like a bat out of hell down our street while my children were playing in our driveway. I knocked on the door of the home he shares with his parents and younger sister. His mom answered the door and invited me in. This was how this young man reacted to my visit:
Me: Jacob, I would like to ask you to please drive more slowly down our street. I have two small children and I need to keep them safe.
Jacob: I appreciate you coming by and all, but now I'm going to hear it from her all night (motions to mother). Thanks a lot.
The conversation went south from there.
I am seriously worried that I will wake up with slashed tires tomorrow.