The Minds of Teenage Boys

I just had a very strange experience. I was sitting here knitting and reading blogs (more later) when the doorbell rang. I went to the door and was met by a very polite young man (I would guess around 15 or so) asking whether he could borrow a spanner as his bike had just broken. I went round and opened up the garage and after some searching, found a socket set - note to self, next time, open it flat on the floor.

I proceed to fit all the sockets back in their appointed slots while the young man, whose name may have been Greg attempted to mend the bike. During this time, he mentioned it actually wasn't his bike, it was his friend's - and friend would be reappearing shortly.

In due course, friend did reappear at which point it became apparent that the bike wasn't friend's - it was friend's dad's. Furthermore, once the rear wheel was reattached, it became clear that same rear wheel was somewhat buckled (the periodic rubbing against the brake blocks gave it away). They then proceeded to argue about whose fault it was and who was going to be in trouble with 'Dad' and what other bike they might be able to canibalise a wheel from (whether front or rear didn't seem to matter, and it may have involved a bent axle....), before one of them said:

"We should go and argue in peace, leaving these lovely people in peace" - although I could only see one of me, as it were, it has to be said that they were both pleasant, polite (except possibly to one another, and even then they weren't unduly rude) and articulate, and generally restored my faith in the 'young people of today'. I must be getting old, but it's still encouraging when all you typically see is kids on the news stabbing one another.