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This is a phenomenon that I've witnessed many a time. They're usually the punchline to some snarky comment from a pit-elitist, or the person in line that you often times want to stab in the trachea... the rogue parent standing along side their (embarassed looking) teenager.

It happens all the time, I've seen it, you've seen it, we've all seen it. You can hear the mocking whispers depicting just how "uncool" that certain teenager is for being chaperoned by mommy or daddy... but what about the parent?

I refer to them as BPU's, or: Bitchin' Parental Units. These parents are so devoted to the happiness of their children that they brave 1,000,000 degree cramped venues, frightening hoardes of teenagers, and the stench of ballsack that will FOREVER accompany the shirt that their teenager forced them to wear so they wouldn't stick out. I make it a point to talk to these "mosh pit lepers", the people that nobody wants to stand near, because "Like, OMG, they're OLD, they don't UNDERSTAND US!" (*cough-hack*BULLSHIT*cough-hack*). I go out of my way to stand near and converse with the BPU, more often than not, they provide much much better conversation than their teenager who stands nearby huffing obnoxiously because Mommy broke "the rules" and acknowledged another human...

I befriend these BPU's... I've met some seriously amazing people that way, and I stand here, urging you to do the same. Rather than cracking jokes at the expense of these adults who are by far the most bad-ass people in the joint, talk to them! Tell them they rock hardcore for braving the masses for their kid. Teach them the best rock-hand technique, buy them a beer and toast to social leoprosy... chances are, you'll have a better time laughing and actually having conversation with the BPU than you will being stupid and cracking lame jokes to make the drones around you snark.