Same time every day. We parents all scurry to the school to be first in line to pick up our offspring when we are just outside of the bussing route. We bob and weave. Cut into open slots. Eye roll when the next jerk pulls a fast one on us. Then we wonder why our kids are such assholes? We can’t even pick them up in a civilized manner.
Those of us that creep in freakishly early all look back behind us like we’re taking home the gold. We’re strategically parked by the cones, sipping drinks, listening to music and shunning the poor fools that thought they had a little extra time to spare before hitting the road. Oh no my friends. You read the end of that chapter before that bell rings while parked securely in the VIP…hey! Did that terd just park in front of me?!