Scottish Deep Thoughts

As I walked up the street today I watched 3 notoriously mischievous students throwing a tennis ball between passing cars on a busy street (the kids get bored easily here). Walking by the troublemakers was a lady pushing a baby carriage followed by a small dog without a leash. I felt a bit like Superman when he spots danger. The image of Christopher Reeve rescuing the oblivious kid just before the train comes through flashed in my mind. Like a suave Clark Kent, I walked up to the kids, got them to stop throwing the ball and gave them a bit of a telling off. (In case you are wondering, I didn't whip off my sunglasses and rip my shirt open to reveal my unitard and cape).

I am quite sure that I did the "responsible" thing. However, it made me feel old (again). If I didn't know who they were or I was in a bigger town, I wonder if I would have done this? Ahhhhh, isn't having a position of responsibility in a small town great?