Saturday, May 22, 2010
I find in my “school bus” duties, with occupancy of two, (not including myself) I am often concerned with the scheduled departure to make sure the morning’s routine has a predictable flow that is not impeded by mishap. Once I drop off the kids, then my duties begin. Also, and most importantly, I have many obstacles that stand between me, and the safe transport of my precious cargo.
If you choose not to do the “stop-drop-and-go”, you must turn right at the next light, and find one of the limited parking spaces on the street that run the length of the block. I do not ever park in the handicapped spots. I find it difficult to watch parents of healthy children, being healthy themselves as well; choose that they are exempt from not only public law, yet moral compass to allow them justification to do so. The redneck in me often has vigilante visions as I often watch others park “in the good spots,” while I explain to my six-year-old, in censored tongue, why some people choose to, and we do not. Karma people, just remember karma.
The front row spots are precious real estate. Heaven forbid we have to walk 100 feet more from the “lesser” spots. Who wants to walk with our kids past a playground and friends a few feet longer? That must be torture!
Down the street, 10 houses–check! Light approaching, still green. Don’t you dare turn yellow – I know there can only be one spot left. I know someone is going to take it. I know we will be late! I know this friggin’ light will turn yellow or red before I get there. It doesn’t. We’re good.
We turn in time. Next light approaching. The traffic starts to become constipated with the people choosing the drop-and-go alternative. “C’mon people! Move up! You know the rules! Pull to the flippin’ front of the line then stop and let your kids out! Don’t stop short of the end simply because junior doesn’t want to walk a few extra feet! Tell the wuss to take it like a man! Don’t you know the universe is about to swallow my attempts at great parking?!” They move–we’re good.
“See kids?” Because we were late, all the good spots are ta...
"There's a spot Daddy!"
A car pulls out.
We always get a spot. Always.
"Daddy, why do we have to leave so early?"