last night sitting in the row below us at bruno mars were teenagers in outfits like they’re going to a club

they had an adult chaperone with them
one of the girls mums is my guess

two of the girls kept looking back at my brothers and then they’d whisper and giggle to each other

they even went as far as bending over in their little skirts and shorts or turning to face them pretending to grab something from the seat for a view of their low cut tops

they’d angle their cameras to include my brothers in the background of their selfies

i don't recall being that way when i was their age