Biggin' it up in da hood

I was walking to Forest Hill station at around 4pm when the local schools unleash their masses of semi-feral, shrieking pupils onto the streets. I was walking behind a group of them thinking that while they may scream like a choir of up-and-coming Big Brother contestants competing for the limelight, at least I didn't feel physically threatened by this particular bunch. As I'm walking past them, I hear a girl call out "excuse me" but I pretended not to hear, afraid of getting another verbal mugging from a 14 year-old girl (yes, this has actually happened). But then she comes round and taps me on the shoulder and wants to know where I got my bag from. She was visibly disappointed when I said I got it in San Francisco, but said she thought it was really cool. Awww! The younger generation has given me its approval!