I'm gonna be late for work today, but I just have to sit down and write this out before my head explodes...
ZBoy and I had a lovely, relaxing morning before school. We live fairly close to the school, but I drive him because his backpack is unbelievable. I couldn't walk far with that thing and he barely manages to get inside the school with it from the car.
So we're driving to school this morning... and the route we take is along a residential street that is also a thru-way. There are lots of kids who walk from there using the sidewalk. There's a city bus route that stops there too. The road contains two very sharp curves, both blind, and one of those curves is at the bottom of the hill. The speed limit on that road is 30 miles per hour and for good reason.
ZBoy and I are driving along talking about responsibility and pets, when from out of nowhere, a red mini-van is suddenly on my back bumper and won't back off. A young woman is at the wheel. We are on the downhill just before the second curve when she apparently can't stand my speed-limit-driving ways and zips out to go around me. On a double yellow line at a blind curve and with a car suddenly appearing coming the other way.
I have about a second to decide to teach her a lesson and force her to get back behind me or crash head-on with the oncoming car or back off and let her squeeze in there with frog-hair's distance between her and the other car. I slow even further, allowing her to get in there, whereupon she instantly floors it and takes the curve with four wheels barely touching.
ZBoy and I looked at each other and said, "wow... that woman is crazy!"
As I topped the hill, I saw her pull into the schoolbus/teacher's parking lot. Whoa! Was that idiot a TEACHER?
I drove on to the kid drop-off, kissed Z goodbye and headed back for the house. As I approached the driveway for the teacher parking, I pulled in to look for her car. Not there. Well, good - at least it wasn't a teacher.
But that means it was a mother. Taking her kid to school. Tomorrow, she may be taking her kid to the morgue instead.
Sometimes, it's better to be late than sorry.