OK, I just have to get this off my chest. Every morning I have a mini-meltdown behind the wheel of my Sienna as I drop Halle off at school. It is a U-Shaped Drive in the Drop-Off zone, and there are also about 8 parking spaces (which are never, ever full) right next to the "U". I wish I had a picture to show you--maybe I'll take one. I'm so steamed over this! Can you tell??? If I am not already PMS-ing, THIS pet-peeve is enough to get me started on a daily basis. What has me so ticked off? Stupid parents who can't read the three (yes, 3!) signs that state "Please pull-forward" and "No parking in Drop-Off Zone". Yet inevitably, every morning there are at least 3-4 parents (I know you don't read this, but if you did, you'd KNOW WHO YOU ARE) that pull into the drop-off zone (not all the way forward, but right at the beginning, making it difficult for other cars to pull in) and put their cars in park while they walk their children all the way into the school and into their classrooms. HELLLLL-LLLLOOOO, people! There is an open parking spot with your name on it not even twenty feet away. Would it *kill* you to pull in and park there instead of inconveniencing every other parent? And does your fourth-grader really need you to walk them all the way in? Come on! Let's get real here. Your kid wants you GONE--you are their parent and walking into class with you wiping their nose only makes them the class NERD! If you feel the need to walk them in, or if occasionally you need to talk to the teacher...whatever...at least have the courtesy to leave your vehicle in the designated areas! Seriously, it's the same parents every day. And each morning I think to myself, "This is it. This is the morning I roll down my window and be a complete witch as I let them know exactly how they make me feel each day!" And yet I never do. Perhaps it's because I'm worried that if I let those flood gates open I won't be able to control exactly what comes out and I don't want to have a reputation for being the confrontational parent in the silver minivan. Until then, I'll have to settle for the disgruntled horn-blast now and then.
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PARK YOUR DANG CARS, PEOPLE!
IF YOU ARE STOPPING YOUR VEHICLE LONGER THAN IT TAKES FOR YOUR CHILD TO LEAVE IT, HERE'S AN IDEA: PARK YOUR BEAT-UP RED SEDAN IN THE AREA NEAR THE SIGNS THAT SAY "PARKING"!!!