How About The Time That....

I was skateboarding with a chick that I happened to be dating and a car full of high school dudes drove by calling me a faggot and throwing stuff at me? No, well it happened. It is one of the highlights of my life and probably the greatest story of me being called a faggot. This wasn't the only time that ever happened, I have become side tracked though. Well back to the lecture at hand... so this chick I am dating wants to learn how to skateboard. Seeing as how I actually used one of these contraptions way back in the day, I volunteer to teach her. I would like to point out that balancing and turning were about the only things I knew how to do. Rudimentary skills, I know, but no one asking how to skate vert. So anywho... we are putting around on her street when we decide to skate up to the local school parking lot. So as we turn the corner onto the street that intersects hers, there is a car full of teens that comes screeching around the corner. All of sudden I am bombarded with soda cans and taunts of faggot. Really? I am in my mid twenties and being verbally and garbageally assaulted by a car load of teenage boys. At least when I was younger and was greeted with the taunts of skate or die, the kids were my age, and they never called me names. I thought that as I grew up the name calling and generally douche baggery would cease, wrong again. At least they continued to drive away and didn't stop and decide they would be chasing me. If this would of happened, I would of pushed that chick in front of them and booked it. That relationship was doomed for a long time anyway.