I have only myself to blame, really. If I didn't want to be bothered by morons, I shouldn't volunteer to do things for the school.
Take for example, yesterday, when a grandmother was parked in the traffic circle at pick-up time. Yes, she does have a disabled placard. And, yes, during non-drop-off-and-pick-up times, the space she was parked in is for the disabled. During drop-off and pick-up times, those with disabled placards can use one of five disabled spaces in the parking lot. These spaces are always readily available and are easily accessible.
But she was unaware. And, when I made her aware after finally tracking down which moron was causing such a traffic jam, she acknowledged that I was right. And then she didn't get in her car. And when I incredulously said, "You need to pull forward," she dawdled still. And, when she finally did get in her car, she didn't move forward.
Until I threatened to slash her tires.
No, I didn't really. But, seriously, W.T.F.?
And don't make excuses that she doesn't know any better: she's been the primary person picking up her granddaughter for years. She just wanted to sit on the bench in the shade while precious stood in line to buy a frozen fruit bar.
The fact is, I'm not a volunteer traffic circle dipwad. I just saw an issue and tried to address it. Because it takes a village, idiot.
But I am the village idiot when it comes to volunteering to put together the PTA directory this year. The forms have only just gone out, and I'm already being asked via five back-and-forth emails to list one kid with his middle name of, um, "Joe" rather than his legal name of "Darcy."
Pardon me, but if you don't want your boy called "Darcy," perhaps you should have named him something else.
I'm just sayin'.
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