“Honk, Honk.” “Move it old man. I think they should make everyone retake their driver’s test once they reach the age of 60. Seriously, old people should not be able to drive.” Donny had a terrible case of road rage. “And further more, they are slow at everything they do. If I have to wait in line one more time or get behind them in the street so that I am walking at the pace of a snail, I am going to scream!”

“First of all, don’t assume that every single old person can’t drive. My grandmother is 70 years old and can still drive fine. Plus she drives just as fast as I do and can throw a mean fastball,” Curtis said proudly.

“Well, she is an exception. I never want to be old. I am going to die at 50.” Just then they pulled into Curtis’s driveway. His little brother was outside playing lacrosse with a friend.

“Hey, Curt, where are you guys going tonight? Can we come? Ma, can we go?”

“No. Sorry kiddo, we are going to see a rated R movie. You're too young.”

“You always say that. I can’t do anything. I never get to go anywhere unless it is with mom and she does boring stuff. When I have a kid, I’m gonna let ‘em do whatever they want. I don’t care how old they are,” he said stomping his foot.

“Aren’t you being a bit mean to your brother just because he is younger than you are? That’s no different than what I said about old people. There are just certain things that you shouldn’t be able to do if you are too young or too old,” explained Donny.

“No, stupid. My little brother can’t go because those are the rules. You have to be a certain age to see R-rated movies. There is no law that says that once you reach 60, your license is invalid, or that you can’t walk down the street anymore. You should be so lucky to be a senior citizen, then you would be able to afford this movie ticket or our spring break trip with your no job having self,” Curtis laughed hysterically.