Life moves on and out of fear of me being arrested for assault; I have gotten out of afternoon carpool duty. If I had known that all it took was playing "Chicken " with a high school English teacher I would have done this years ago.
With worries that someday my foot might slip, my husband bought my 17 year old son...a used junker so that he can do the evening pick up. This way it's a toss up as to who will get our family kicked off insurance coverage first.
If the worst should happen I could always try using my "Trump" card. It's the bright blue placard that dangles from my rear view mirror. The handicap sticker. It is amazing how differently people treat you when you are in a wheelchair. I'm lucky to be blessed with a wheelchair that at full speed can make jogger run out of breath.
Just so you know, I have no vendetta against teachers, my best friend is one and so are other members of my family. Teachers have enough to do without playing traffic cop.
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