“Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.” ~John Updike
It’s a three day weekend, Monday is a federal holiday. Just sitting at home, minding my own business, Sunday night, 9:00 pm and the phone rings. I do not know the woman, but she is with the school bus company that has been horrendous over the years.
Hi Mr. Smith, this is Brenda with XYS Transportation, is your daughter ready for school?
WTF? Is it me or is this a bizarre time and an even more bizarre wording?
Ummm, no, but she will be Wednesday morning.
Wednesday? We are picking her up at 8 am on Tuesday.
Well I guess she won’t be late for school, since it starts on Wednesday.
I quickly double check the school schedule printed from the web site earlier that day, and the letter from the principal received last week.
If you do send the bus here on Tuesday, please tell the driver not to wake us up, okay?
First of all, that quote from Updike is THE BEST. Where is it from? (I’m a late in life Updike reader and lover).
Second, here in Los Angeles, we have these robo-calls about bus pick-ups and school schedules. It’s so annoying that my eight and eleven year old sons even slam the phone down when they hear it.
I’ve gone rounds with the bus drivers for our special needs kids, “We can’t put her in a car seat, she weighs too much, she’s fine in a seat belt.” A: she’s falling asleep and hanging off the seat in that seat belt you have her in, what do you think would happen if there was an accident? and B: what are you going to do if she decides it would be fun to take off her seat belt and make her way down the aisle?