I Understand Lions

Motherf…

I was in a line at a SOL Store waiting to pay for a newspaper.

Yes, I still buy a physical paper because my father scoffs at the very idea of reading without turning pages.

Anyway, two preteen boys in school uniform came in, grabbed drinks and pastries and rushed ahead of me to the cashier.

I was giving them my patented squint and glare (think early Clint Eastwood) when one turned and said:

“Chill out, granddad. We late for the bus and you ain’t got nowhere to go.”

Motherf… you know what?

I once watched a nature show where a lion ate one of its cubs for slowing down the pride. I was appalled at the time, but now?

Lion… I so get it. Absolutely no notes.