I’m in my car, stopped at a red light, on the phone. Right outside my passenger door is a sixth grader in a public school uniform, eating his after-school snack.
The kid throws the snack wrapper on the sidewalk. Seeing this, I honk at him softly and imitate his gesture.
The kid looks confused. Then a girl behind him locks eyes with me and slowly pretends to pour out her milk.
I got served by a sixth grader.