Friday, September 25, 2009

Better Late than Sorry

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.

9 comments:

Outraged Mom said...

Holy Cow, Sayre. Tighten that up and sent it to the Letters to the Editor at the Democrat, and to the office at the school--That young woman might not see it, but surely somebody who knows her will. She needs a wakeup call! Thank God no one was hurt--THIS time.

karisma said...

Scary!! But you know so many mothers once they have their own kids in the car have no concern for those who are walking. I used to see it all the time. Scary scary stuff

Faye said...

Don't you just have to scratch your head in wonder at what would make a person drive so recklessly? Glad you took the "not trying to teach you a lesson" approach. If you ever see her again, try to get a cell phone pic and share it with school administrators. Maybe the crazy does work at the school or someone knows her. Who knew there could be something more dangerous to your health than an overloaded backpack?

Pamela said...

wheres a patrolman when you need one!

Anonymous said...

Keep an eye out and your cell phone handy. Next time 911 and report the bitch and her location. Then testify against her. That should fix the problem. dad

Janis said...

If it was indeed a Mom...I feel for her kid. She doesn't realize she has precious cargo in her car. What a shame.

Liane Michel said...

There's a good chance that this young mother was having a stressful day like we all haveexperienced and that her driving technique was isolated. I am not making excuses... I only know that I would hate to be judged by my vehicular behavior on such a day. That is not to excuse what happened, it is only to just say.

min said...

Amen!!

Swampy said...

If you see her again, and can get her tag number (that is if she's not going too fast), report her !
That won't be the only time she drives like that.
If may save someone's life !