Boys will be…Pterodactyls

I left the office about 5:30 and began walking to my train stop.  As I neared the bus lane behind the elementary school, which I always use as a shortcut to the train, I saw three teenage boys leaning against the fence—all probably about 15 years old.  I could see them whispering and looking my way. 

One of the boys suddenly ran out into the middle of the road and stood looking at me.  All of a sudden he put is arms up like clawed wings, contorted his face and let loose a loud pterodactyl-like screech.  He repeated the screech several times as I walked by, now flapping his arms, and waiting for my reaction. 

I turned back around toward him and said, “Kid, you’re going to have to do a lot better than that if you’re trying to weird me out.”