Feeling old guys.

Ever have this feeling?

I was visiting my grandparents in my old hometown. Decided to take them out to eat at Subway(family tradition). We were having a grand time, eating our sandwiches, talking about other relatives, eating sandwiches. We got back into my truck, an extended cab Dodge. Grandmam got in the passenger seat after Granddam got in the back and I noticed in the rearview mirror, a bunch of trucks and kids parked in the parking lot behind us.

This wasn't unusual, back in high school, every Friday or Saturday night, my buddies and I would drive out to that parking lot and cut donuts and spit gravel. It was the place to be for a teenage boy on the weekend nights. It amused me that the kids still hung around there even after all these years.

I decided to pay a quick homage to the teenage me and drove over there to the group of guys. Of course, I didn't recognize any of them because they were probably in middle school when I graduated. I rolled down my window and yelled, "WHAZZZUUPP", like that old beer commercial. Nothing, they just looked at my truck and then kept talking between them.

Finally, I realized what to do to grab their attention. I told my grandma to buckle up and started to cut donuts. It was just like old times until I cut one donut too wide and ended up clipping one of the guy's Ford trucks. Now in my day, this was a party foul and we'd just laugh and I'd buy him a drink. But now, apparently, it's a big deal.

The kid comes up, yelling at me, waving his arms wildly. My grandma is freaking out. I take off to the other side of the parking lot when I hear my granddam's muffled screams behind the seat. He had been swung into the floorboard and his oxygen tank had knocked a gash in his head.

Luckily, the hospital was across the street. While in the waiting room, I couldn't help but think about how different my hometown was from when I was a teenager there.