They didn't know it, but the thing they said to me will carry me for the rest of the week.

I was driving past an elementary school on my way to work this morning. There was a ball in the middle of the road and some kids appealing for me to get it for them. So I stopped my car as close to the sidewalk as possible, put on my emergency lights, and then went out into the street to collect the ball. With a determined expression on my face, tongue pressed against the right inside of my lip, I kicked the ball back into their playground.

They told me I slay. I slay, y'all.

I am hip. I am with it. The children are not, in fact, wrong.