hormones, o hormones.
last night we went to dinner at red robin and were seated by the glass facing the inside of the mall. on a bench about 10 feet away were two very young teenagers, all over each other like there was no tomorrow. we were both more than a little taken aback, especially because whenever we happened to glance in that direction it was clear that the makeout session had entered a new level of make-out-ness.
this made us decide never to have teenagers, or at least to never let them out of the house alone.
even weirder was that their friends were just sort of standing around. after a while they left, but one just sat on the bench playing his gameboy. awkward.
we thought about finding mall security after we were done, but by the end of dinner we just wanted to leave.