Dear School Commute Mom.
Yes, I am amazed as you are that the romp in the parking lot of the local burger joint resulted in the world’s cutest baby (basing this on the proud yet aged cracked ‘world’s cutest baby’ sticker you’re sporting). What's truly amazing is how you have managed to keep him/her intact throughout the toddler years and now precious is ready for school.
It must’ve been this blasted cold, but I was unable to spidey sense the cosmic and psychic siren that emanates from your vehicle whenever precious is being ferreted to what you must lovingly refer as 'state sponsored free child care' (school to most). Me Bad since this 'siren' obviously confers special transit privileges not afforded to common folk.
I was privileged; due to road conditions and route choice; to share my commute with you. I saw you do the following in a very short period of time: Slow to a crawl in a road area that just a little uneven, blast around people who dared to follow posted speed limit when obviously you disagreed on that number, and make gestures that I’m assuming was you proclaiming “STOP signs are for wimps and the common folks, get out of my way!”.
The Coup de grace was the way you parallel parked blocking the trough fare opened the door and pushed precious out. You then proceeded to sit there, parallel parked, for several minutes while precious waddled to the school gate and disappeared within.
Then and only then you found it worthy to get your ass going again. I personally enjoyed how you almost clipped another commute mom on your haste to get back to watching the Oprah network.
I’m betting I’ll see you soon again, this time in a retail establishment trying to return something outside the return policy, with no receipt or in a fast food place where you will demand that the flames used to cook your burger be fanned by ostrich feathers and your extra pickles be arranged in a daisy pattern.
Yes, I am amazed as you are that the romp in the parking lot of the local burger joint resulted in the world’s cutest baby (basing this on the proud yet aged cracked ‘world’s cutest baby’ sticker you’re sporting). What's truly amazing is how you have managed to keep him/her intact throughout the toddler years and now precious is ready for school.
It must’ve been this blasted cold, but I was unable to spidey sense the cosmic and psychic siren that emanates from your vehicle whenever precious is being ferreted to what you must lovingly refer as 'state sponsored free child care' (school to most). Me Bad since this 'siren' obviously confers special transit privileges not afforded to common folk.
I was privileged; due to road conditions and route choice; to share my commute with you. I saw you do the following in a very short period of time: Slow to a crawl in a road area that just a little uneven, blast around people who dared to follow posted speed limit when obviously you disagreed on that number, and make gestures that I’m assuming was you proclaiming “STOP signs are for wimps and the common folks, get out of my way!”.
The Coup de grace was the way you parallel parked blocking the trough fare opened the door and pushed precious out. You then proceeded to sit there, parallel parked, for several minutes while precious waddled to the school gate and disappeared within.
Then and only then you found it worthy to get your ass going again. I personally enjoyed how you almost clipped another commute mom on your haste to get back to watching the Oprah network.
I’m betting I’ll see you soon again, this time in a retail establishment trying to return something outside the return policy, with no receipt or in a fast food place where you will demand that the flames used to cook your burger be fanned by ostrich feathers and your extra pickles be arranged in a daisy pattern.
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