UNCLE

On the way to the Spar this morning, to buy butter and toilet paper, one of a group of teenagers walking on the opposite side of Cooperation Road to me shouted, ‘hey Uncle.’
They laughed.
‘Hey Uncle. Unc. You’re old enough to be my uncle.’
I kept looking ahead where I was going and took a right into Hinton Road the far end of which is the Spar.
As I browsed in the shop a group of teenagers came in and when, on my way to the counter to pay for the items I held in my hand, I passed the other side of the freezer to where they stood, I heard one of them say to the others, ‘hey, look, it’s Uncle.’