More Adventures...

So... Mike's mom arrives tomorrow and we wanted to pre-cook dinner since its rather time consuming. But we didn't have onions. Then the landlords called and said they want to start showing the apartment... we need small amounts of paint to touch up some tape that won't come un-taped to the walls. When we got here, we accidentally bought double sided tape at the store, but it worked well for what we wanted it for. Given that it was cheap tape, it has stuck to the walls incredibly well. We tried washing it off and the paint washed off, not the tape. We just cannot seem to match the paint, so we needed to try another color.
After dinner we hopped on the bus and in no time were in and out of the grocery store and waiting for the bus. Now here is where the adventure starts. Mom may want to stop reading, as it involves talking to strangers. Her number 1 no-no. She still tries to get me to practice "YOU ARE NOT MY MOMMY! YOU ARE NOT MY DADDY!" whenever I leave the country... or go on any vacation for that matter. Anyway -- so we are sitting there waiting for the bus. Its getting slightly dark and neither of us want to walk through the part of town we would need to walk through to get back to our apartment at this time of day. Two kids come up looking for change for a 5... we don't have it, but the guy next to us does. They kids stay, start talking to us. What to know what we think a NED is. Mike actually answers the boys... they think his answer of non-educated delinquent is funny. Apparently this is not what they think a NED is, but they never did answer us when we asked, just pointed out all the expensive name brands they were wearing. (Probably "fell" off a truck.) They were actually pretty nice, and just wanted to know what we thought of Glasgow, Scotland, and the differences between the USA and here. But we have heard stories of NEDs being really nice, kicking the crap out of you, and then handing you your glasses as you are searching around for them and apologizing. All while not stealing a thing. Then these boys got on the same bus as us... I was never so glad that neither of us had our wedding bands on in my life. But again, they were incredibly nice. Wanted to know about some rumor they heard about kids in the US getting guns at 13 (although it's more than likely not a rumor) and chatted us up about slang and how we get on with the accent over here. When we go to the bus station, they shook our hands, and headed out for their night of debauchery - one of the guys had just gotten out of jail, so they were celebrating.