From: dac@prolix.apana.org.au (Andrew Clayton)
Newsgroups: alt.peeves
Subject: Peeves about Teenagers
Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1992 15:58:26 GMT
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I seem to spend a goodly proportion of my waking life whining
about teenagers.

They're just so fucking self centred.  I hate that.  It was ok
when I was a young 'un, but now that I'm officially 'over the
hill' [at 34.5] I feel that I am entitled to some good old
fashioned anti-teenager bigotry, that I am accused of whether I
participate in the game or not.

Take today for example.  My SO and I arrange to go for a drive
out into the countryside, to have a gander at some marvel of
modern engineering [a dam.  Exciting, eh?], and Miss Lonely Heart
demands to be let off in Tuggeranong, so that she can whine to
her best friend about how perfectly beastly my SO and I are to
her.  Never mind that Tuggeranong [a suburb of Canberra] is
almost exactly 180 degrees from the direction we want to go, and
some 20 kilometers away at that, but it has to be done ASAP of
the sky will fall on our heads.

No problem, really, just drive there, drop her off, and then be
able to talk to each other without having little miss shithead
[18, going on three] start whining about how hard done by she is
by all and sundry.  

	Speak of the devil, she's back home, and with several
	thousand people after saying "I won't bring anyone home
	tonight, I promise.  Sheesh.  Although it looks like
	she'll be fucking off again any minute, as is her wont.

	But I digress. 

SO and I had a triffic time surveying the dam [Googong reservoir,
part of the ACT Electricity and Water supply], watching swifts
getting insects, and feeding them to their offspring in nests
made out of some 10cm round holes in the concrete banks of the
dam's spillway.  It was hot too 30C [85F].  A major peeve of mine
is hot weather.  But heck, it is summer.

We trek out to a friend's place [who lives an alternate existence
on the outskirts of civilization, in a caravan, by a stream,
complete with a menagerie of sheep, goats, chickens, ducks,
geese, dogs, cats and a pigeon] and spend a hot afternoon
discussing how bad the teenager is acting with our friend.

Then it's off to purchase a couple of bottles of Australian
champagne [a wine type now officially dropped from the Australian
wine market's lexicon, in order to appease the French, and allow
Australian entry into the lucrative European market] and some
chilli crisps/chips, and then back home.

Where Teenager + friend have already turned up, and are due to
leave for a nights wassailing, and are late, late, late.  Having
half started to cook an evenings meal for herself and her friend,
twinkletoes pleads with mummy "please please please will you cook
for me, I have to get ready and I have to leave by 7.50 [it was
7.30].  SO dutifully finishes cooking their dinner, and then the
two teenagers slope about until 8.30, before waltzing off to
their appointment.  Fashionably late, no doubt.

Said teenager couldn't organise herself if her life depended upon
it.

Argggh..

First posting to a.p. of '93, and I end up being overcome with
the utter futility of it all.

Have a very fucking nice new year.

:-(

Dac
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