On the train the other day minding my own business some cheecky little bastard is cycling by with a gaggle of his friends, our eyes meet and he goes "Look what I see" to his friends in a sing-song voice, "An old guy, who I don't know" and he laughs off into the distance as the doors close and the train pulls away.

An "old guy" is a realization you just don't make. Besides he was a child if I pulped him I probably would have got in trouble, and proved I'm still a kid at heart.