The
Wheels On The Bus and Cars lots and lots of cars
Day four back to school, the lines to drop off are long,
winding bafflements. And they only lead
to the parking lot. The bell has rung to
start the day and parents and students are still walking in from what seems like
miles away. It's district wide. Implemented like a highway design I suppose,
and we all love getting stuck in traffic there as well. Rush hour has met its match on one side
street leading to an elementary school. These
plans were sorely written and laid about. The quiet classroom withstands the shouts and
beeping and utter disappointment of taxpayers.
Not a thing can be done, I assure you, but retaliate in a quiet manner
if you can. As I walk past and through
cars and buses with little room I see a multitude of unhappy faces and hear an
array of interesting word choices. Well
the only thing to do is not care until drop off again tomorrow. See you all on the battlefield with water
bottles and pack backs as we contort our faces and shake our heads in
disbelief.
