I am a natural born rule follower. And being a particularly high strung rule follower, it makes me especially livid when people think the rules don’t apply to them.
The morning drop off line is a prime example of this phenomenon.
Listen lady. I, too, was running late this morning on account of picture day hair.
Don’t you think I wanted to drive around the cones, cut the snake line and just go straight to the drop off area? You bet your ass I did. But you know why I didn’t? Because it’s AGAINST THE RULES. Why do you think your time is more valuable than that of all the other people waiting patiently in the car line?
I mean I guess it’s poooooooooossible that you were in a hurry to get over to Shands to perform a heart transplant but I seriously doubt your potential as a cardiothoracic surgeon based upon your inability to follow the rules. And besides…I think I know both heart surgeons at our school and you ain’t one.
I’m also talking to you lady who stood outside her car and slowly packed up her kids’ backpacks with three car doors open and then unloaded her kids one at a time, walking them each to the sidewalk. I’m with you, sister. My kids have a lot of shit to carry too. It’s a pain in the ass to make sure they are locked and loaded and ready to be ejected from the car like Maverick and Goose when the safety patrol approaches the car. But I do. You know why? Because it’s the RULES. And also because I’m trying to be considerate of the people behind me who might be in a hurry.
Look, I understand if your kids are little, they might need help unloading, but that’s what the park and walk up area is for. I did it every day for three years when mine weren’t ready to fly out of the car line nest unassisted. I got there early, parked in the parking lot and walked them up. But now it’s my turn to revel in the efficiency of the car line (in my pajama pants if I feel like it) and you are ruining it. Take a walk. On the bright side, all those extra steps will add up on your FitBit.
And you in the back…lady who gets out like a chauffeur and lets her kid out on the driver’s side of the car. Don’t you think I want to allow my kids to get out on their respective sides of the car as to avoid the inevitable pushing and shoving match that looks a lot like a 1984 Toys R Us Cabbage Patch Kid stampede? Yes ma’am, I sure do. But you know why I don’t? Because we’ve been told no less than 67 times not to let the kids out on the driver’s side so they don’t get hit by a car. IT’S THE RULES.
In conclusion, may I remind you that THE RULES APPLY TO EVERYONE.
Even in the car line.