Hooked as I am to my morning cup of coffee, I’m thinking of switching to a calming herbal tea on school days. Because coffee or not, soon after my front tires hit the pavement in the carpool line my heart starts thumping.
You’d think drop-off was a pretty uncomplicated task. You pull up to the allotted spot on the curb, quickly bid adieu to your children, then cautiously proceed to the exit lane. If only it always worked that way.
Though it may not sound terribly egregious, one of the most troubling offenses to me is failing to pull up to the designated drop-off spot. Seems like a rather innocuous oversight, and it would be if there weren’t 20 to 30 cars pulling up behind the offender, their fury rising with every passing minute.
As if that weren’t bad enough, oftentimes the same drivers who seem oblivious to the appointed drop-off spot—in spite of teachers wildly waving their arms in an attempt to show them where to park—regularly engage in the long-winded farewell. You’d think these folks were dropping their kids off at the airport for a semester abroad with the long chats, hugs and kisses, and fervent waves goodbye.
Inevitably, patience wears thin. Some drivers attempt to circumvent the idling cars. With space tight, that often results in near-misses—of other cars, students, teachers, or the poor parking lot patrol personnel whom, based on the high-risk nature of their jobs, should in my opinion be paid as highly as those who run the school. Speaking of near-misses, cell phones, whose use is strictly forbidden among drivers on school campuses, are credited with creating a few each semester.
But they’re not the only distraction to drivers. Lap dogs or larger furry creatures that pace the back seat of the car can throw off drivers attempting to maneuver through carpool line while clutching their coffee mugs in one hand, steering wheel in the other.
Enough said. I’m switching to calming chamomile tea.