I can’t do Kiss & Ride any more.
The first two weeks of school, the police forced everyone to go to the back of the line on the frontage road. Since then, they’ve become more lax. Consequently, people cut into the line with a left turn or cut into the line at the Vale road intersection. So what, you ask? So they’re CHEATERS! Who do they think they are? Do they think they’re better than the rest of us rule-followers? Do they think their children’s punctuality is more important than ours? Do they think they’re the only one who has some place to be in 10 minutes? Do they feel no compunction in punishing all the rule-followers like me? Have they no decency? HAVE THEY NO SHAME?!
Long time readers will point out that maybe they are just totally clueless as others before them have been. Maybe. But even when I point to the completely obvious line behind me and don’t let them cut me off, they cut into the line behind me.
I hate these people. And hating people is a bad way to start the morning. I drive away from school fuming that the world is full of heartless, selfish, unscrupulous line-cutters out to screw everyone else over one Kiss & Ride at a time. This has to stop.
I’ve considered posting signs at the two line-cutting places: “Kiss & Ride? Get in line like everybody else.” I’ve considered getting out of my car with a smile and politely telling everyone who tries to cut that there’s a line. I’ve been around me long enough to know this would not end with smiles and politeness, though.
So I have to get there early enough to get in line ahead of the cut points. Even if it means sitting in my car for an extra 20 minutes a day. I’ll read a book. I’ll meditate. Yesterday I dropped Fluff off so early she had to wait for the school to open. And I felt great about it. Peace.