the wiener mom walks the dog (that is not a euphemism)

Today I walked the dog, in the completely traditional sense of the word. The sitter was there; little wiener was napping (allegedly) and the sun was shining. I stepped out into the world with my dog. We walked around the neighborhood. In my neighborhood there is a private high school and I guess high school kids park their cars on the nearby streets when school is in session. Wait, let me correct myself: they park their BMWs, Lexus, and Jeeps on the nearby streets. What the hell?
Who are these kids and even more important-who are their parents? No high school kid needs a BMW. I kind of labor under the belief that no adult really needs one either, but I digress.
When I was in high school, I didn't have a car. In fact if I had not had a best friend with a "virginmobile" I would have been climbing on the yellow school bus to get to school when I was 17. A car just wasn't a question. Maybe I was in the minority.
The worst part about this whole thing was that I was walking by when school was letting out, so I got to experience the kids themselves as they made their way to their vehicles. They were rude! Sad to say, it was the wieners who were particularly vulgar and obnoxious. I know I sound like a prude, but no girl deserves to have "blow -itch" written on her windshield in the snow. If I ever find out my wieners partook in any such activity...
They just better not.