Minnie’s Musings

Goodness me, aren’t secondary school runs hell on earth?!

And I thought primary ones were a nightmare with parents risking their lives of their moppets because the five or ten minutes it might take to park up and walk junior to the gate is time they do not want to waste. Add in the odd double parking punch up to spice it all up, and these chicanes of idiocy bring the nation to a griping, grumbling halt twice a day.

But God save us from teenagers who add their own element of flabbergasting stupidity to the mix.
Pootling home from my latest gig on Monday, my gob was well and truly smacked by the antics of the four wheel drive brigade as they took up residence on double yellow lines, bus stops, pavements.

And then a teenager cheerfully walks across the flow of traffic, not to the pavement opposite but straight down the middle of the access road to the cul de sac. All the time grinning at my fellow gob smacked drivers as though inviting a round of applause. A cul de sac choc-a-bloc with pavement parkers revving their engines to speed off the moment their offspring sling their school bags into the boot.

Of course it is easy for me to be virtuous now my children are grown and no longer participate in a plethora of extra curricular activities and my own SUV is used to transport me to my places of work and/or a variety of coffee shops in which I waste my pay on a daily basis.

In my view I have earned it. The right to polish my halo, that is. If you were just five minutes late in any one day to my job of 10 years, you had no choice but to sit in your car on the lane up to school, watching parents fail to park up at all but jump out of their vehicles and flick their offspring out of the back seat, in front of cars crawling in the opposite direction, in the hope they might reach the pavement without being mushed to a pulp. I rest my case.