I have to admit that today has caused me to reconsider. I don't know, now, if that woman is insured against her own stupidity, or if it's Gross Self-Centeredness.
This morning, we arrive to drop off in plenty of time. The aides are standing out where they are supposed to be.
This same woman is immediately in front of me at drop off. She does not pull her vehicle forward to where the aides are standing, so it's just her small fry unloading. No one else can--he's waaayyy to special to be allowed to be one of many children entering the building. Oh, and apparently, she needs to do a full head lice check on him before he's to exit her vehicle (did I mention that she got a new car? Yeppers. It's bigger than the last one--and so, of course, she sucks up way more space than she did before.)
He finally exits the vehicle. She pulls forward, to the spot she should have been in, you know, so that others could have unloaded their children at the same time, and rolls down the passenger window so she and one of the aides can chat.
I've pulled as forward as I can, and the Howler disembarks. They're still chatting, with the aide glancing at the pile-up of waiting vehicles behind this Blonde fiasco looking to happen.
I pulled out around this dynamic duo of ditz and, like Elvis, I left the building.
1 comment:
Pick up & drop off makes me nuts. I think the stupids come out in hordes just to annoy me.
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