The Scream

Yesterday evening on the way to softball, Scott and I drove past a streetcar stop where two teenaged boys were having an animated conversation. I don't know what possessed him, but Scott turned his head toward the open window and shrieked like a girl as we passed. The instant reaction of the startled teens was to jump forward and hug each other. As we drove off, Scott was laughing so hard that I think I spotted a snot bubble. It was several minutes before he could speak. We amused ourselves by imagining the aftermath: the teens quickly stepping away from one another, brushing the cooties off their sleeves and talking self-consciously in gruff voices about cars and hot babes and sports, an unspoken pact between them to never, ever speak of what had just happened.

The normally mild-mannered Scott