When I was 14, I dyed my hair blue. (Side note, blue hair takes a lot of upkeep and you can count on a number of towels and pillowcases being ruined)
I wasn't a crusty kid, I was fairly preppy - just with blue hair.
Anywho, I was waiting to cross an intersection in Edmonton, AB (not a ton of people who speak French, but not unheard of) and there was this old couple behind me speaking French and talking shit about my hair, how I must have a terrible mother, and just being nasty people completely unprovoked. I stood there listening to them for a minute and turned around and told them that I understood them and that they were being mean and had no right to say those kind of terrible things about a child – in French.
In typical old person "I shouldn't have to apologize for anything" fashion, they got flustered and basically pretended they hadn't said anything and then acted like they couldn't hear me. I capped off my interaction with them saying "and they call my generation rude..."
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Story times I found on the internet
RandomSome story times I found on the internet some may be sad some may be happy. I will give credit if I find any with users. Feel free to message me if you have a story you want me to put in the book
