I was walking back to work from my lunch break earlier today and encountered a couple of young boys on the sidewalk. One was in a stroller, the other one was standing there, and the mom was getting something out of her car. I looked at the kid in the stroller and smiled, because he was relatively cute. He smiled, pointed at me, and mumbled “Bad guy!” I knew that was what he said because his older brother repeated this phrase a second later, also calling me Bad Guy. They said it with gusto a couple more times in the 3 seconds it took me to walk past them—enough for the mom to order them to stop, which they didn’t. I continued walking and even after I continued on for another 30 feet, I could still hear the echoes of their little voices yelling, once more for good measure, “Bad guy!”
So yeah, it was a nice afternoon.