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Reason for Being Late
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Reason for Being Late Why is my late to school? Because school bus drivers are fucking assholes, that's why. If pick up time is 6:50, that means the bus should to the end of my driveway at 6:50, not anywhere between 6:43 and 6:46. The driver and I have a secret code, if she's early and my are heading out, I flip on the outside light, and she waits. Unless it's after 6:45, she has left a in the driveway at 6:45. A clearly in plain sight, running for the bus, she's left. Fucking Asshole. On those unfortunate mornings that one of more of them miss the bus, I have 2 choices. I can either have everyone sprint to the car and zoom down the road, up another road, make a left, make a right, and meet her at another bus stop. The other choice is finish my coffee, brush my hair and teeth, maybe put on pants and a bra, and drive them to school. This is the option I choose, because my chances of catching her at another stop are slim. Somehow she beats me, even though I'm driving a mile less, and not stopping to pick up . Fucking asshole. The morning certainly doesn't get easier once I've committed myself to being their transportation. I have to fight morning traffic in a small town, with a large college. (College will be addressed in another blog, they're fucking assholes too, especially the one in the little white Kia that I almost broadsided this morning) While I'm running the OMG the are gonna be late 500, I often meet buses that have already dropped the high school and middle school are now on their elementary run. So I have to stop so they can get them. Then I make my way through town to campus. Now it really gets hairy. Buses have to go from the high school to middle school, to get there they have to cross the entrance road that I am tearing up to get my where they need to be. The buses have a stop sign, I do not. They don't stop. They come through like a funeral procession. I am now 50 feet from where I can drop my high school off, but I can't get there because there's a steady stream of buses running the damn stop sign. Fucking Assholes. Soon I'm pissed enough that I just go, I have the right of way, they have a stop sign. By now the high schooler is late, and I have to drive halfway around the school and drop her at the main door. Then I have to turn around, fight my way back through the line of buses, out to the main road, around the Middle school to the designated drop off for the little guy. He makes it 4 steps from the car and the bell rings, doors lock and the custodian looks at us, shrugs, mouths "sorry" and walks away. Back in the car, back on the road, back to the entrance, into the front parking lot. Now I have to actually get out of the car and go into the school. I fix my ponytail, whip off my socks so I don't look like a dork running around in socks and flipflops, and zip my jacket to try to hide my free range boobs. We trot into the school, the secretary hands him a late pass and I fill out the "late to school" sheet. I had to write really small, but I managed to fit "bus drivers are a-holes" in the "reason for being late" column. As I'm walking out I realize there is only one bus driver left in the lobby, leaning on the wall casually drinking coffee, and it's my ' bus driver, the one who was 7 minutes early and didn't wait even though the light was on and the were running out the door as she pulled away. Fucking Asshole.  |
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What a way to start the morning and day!! Yes... I remember those days when I had kids.. Happy about dealing with it today.. .. .. Relax..   Cum to my blog and respond.  Have a great kissing fun time. 
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Wonder what the ETA is for tomorrow?
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FYI looking forward to more!
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