I was in the grocery store checkout line today, about 5th in line. There was a man looking to be in his mid-forties in front of me holding 5 or 6 items and in front of him was a woman of the same approximate age with her teenage son. They had a particularly full cart that was ready to be placed on the conveyor belt. 

As she began placing each item on the belt in the usual way, spacing the items out each from the other, her son was instead picking random items out of the cart and flinging them on the belt, almost daring his mom to scold him. As the man in front of me and I watched as much out of boredom as for any other reason, but also waiting to see how or whether the mom would react, the son picked up a bag of potato chips and threw it on the belt, forgetting that he had already opened it, likely when he first sneaked it into the cart.

As if the chips were saying, "Yo Mom, we got this!", they proudly took on the her role of embarrassing the son in front of the rest of us, splaying themselves all over the cart, the floor and the conveyor belt. 

The mom, seeing what happened, sighed, looked at him and went back to placing items on the belt. The son, avoiding her glance, not to mention all of ours, hesitated and then, seeing that the mom was leaving it to him to clean up, began to sheepishly do just that. 

The man in front of me averted his eyes from the chip carnage in my general direction and I said to him, "I guess we were all teenagers once." He smiled and nodded, waited a few seconds and said "Yeah, we sure were."

Once again reinforcing Cheryl's belief that inside every grown male is an 8-year old boy.