Again today, for the 376th time this year, there was a vehicle parked in the bus zone this morning. I'm finding my spirit sorely tested every time this happens (and pray to God this isn't WHY this keeps happening), so, ticked off, I got off the bus to let the special parent know (as he was just getting back in his vehicle) that he was in the bus zone and that he now must WAIT.
Picture the scenario: I am pulled beside this vehicle. I tried to box the vehicle in so he couldn't move until I was done unloading the kids. The kids have to walk IN FRONT OF this vehicle to exit, now that the dumb, bone-headed special parent took my spot. I open the doors to start letting the kids off.
THIS MORON PARENT STARTS TO DRIVE.
I freak. Literally. I yelled at the top of my lungs to this parent who was coming between me and the bus door (with window down) to:
"WAIT! YOU HAVE TO WAIT! YOU CAN'T MOVE!"
This stupid, dumb, moronic, special parent yells back at me,
"RELAX, LADY! I DIDN'T SEE THE SIGN!"
Relax? Relax? NOW WHY DID HE THINK THAT I SHOULD RELAX? I yell again,
"WAIT! YOU HAVE TO WAIT!"
He again tells me to relax. He then manages to squeak through the small opening with his vehicle and leave.
Now, several hours later, as you can see, I am still NOT RELAXED. Why? Because all day I've been picturing what could have happened. If I would have let one of those kids down, they would have been hit by that car.
And I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, my days as a bus driver would have been over. Even if I would not have been at fault, I don't think I would be able to get over it if a kid was hit by a car on MY WATCH.