This morning, I was running later than usual, and was forced to stop for school buses. That's irritating at best and makes me furious at worst.
I know some might be thinking I should calm down and enjoy the moment, which is probably good advice, but there's something about youngsters wasting my time, while ignoring courtesy, that gives me a case of the red-ass..
One bus driver even had to honk at a group of older children that were flapping their jaws or typing texts on their phones. They didn't care and I'm sure they were annoyed the driver had the nerve to expect them to get on the bus as fast as possible.
I can't only fault the kids; teaching courtesy is a parent's responsibility. Of course, that would mean they were there to encourage, which wasn't possible; there wasn't even one parent there to see their child off to school.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.