Guilt Part 2

Today I walked my son to the bus stop. As we approached the three teenagers who wait there every morning listening to their ipods, I could hear one of them quite loudly from halfway down the block. Sounded like pretty hard core stuff, but I certainly don't mind. Heck, half the time that's me with the music blaring, oblivious to everyone else.

However, as soon as I made eye contact for the usual attempt to nod hello, he quickly turned his music way down. Hmm. Am I that old? Do I look that accusing and unapproving?

Ah, guilt.