Thursday, June 3, 2010
And Since I'm Already Complaining
I'm guessing 9 out of 10 parents of elementary school children know what traffic circle hell is. I know it's not one of Dante's levels, but I think it's only because public schools and cars didn't exist back then. He certainly describes some of the attributes of the drivers in that hell.
Mrs. Schmitty of It's a Schmitty Life has a fabulous post about her own hell. It even has diagrams. Ooooh, graphics!
But no one really holds out any hope for any solution. Why? Because some parents are selfish, self-centered assholes.
Move up! Close the freakin' gap. Your precious darling brat knows what your car looks like. She'll find you. I promise.
Shut up! Don't talk to your friend and hold everybody up. No, the drivers in the cars behind you -- and the line of cars stretching down the block -- don't give a shit that you have something important to talk about with that person.
Stay in the freakin' car! If your precious darling brat needs further assistance opening the car door, grabbing her back pack, stepping out, and then closing the car door, go park in one of the many parking spaces.
Walk it in! The church down the street is totally open to you parking there. The hardware store lot is wide open. The street by the park has loads of room. If your precious darling brat can't walk one block into school by herself, park and walk her in. Just don't stop to talk to another driver in the circle.
Okay. I feel better now.
[Photo courtesy too many places to give proper attribution. Obviously, I will burn in hell for this.]
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