This is about the morning ritual of dropping kids off at school. I know there are buses out there for this purpose, funded by taxpayer dollars and levies, but when both schools are on the way to work anyway and one of those two is literally just over the hill from my neighborhood, it's honestly a lot easier to drive them in than adjust everyone's morning schedule unnecessarily. Given the long line of cars at both schools, and at just about every school I happen to drive past in the morning or afternoon, I'm apparently not alone in holding that logic.
Regarding that long line of cars... it seems some people don't know how to act when confronted with it. It's pretty straightforward. Find the end of the line, place yourself there, and leave another lane open for buses. Wait your turn. Any kindergarten kid you see could give you a refresher on waiting your turn in case you've forgotten how that works. Driving up to the front and dropping your kid off there and blocking others who are trying to exit as well as incoming buses is a hazard to yourself, your child, other parents, other children, and the big yellow bus trying not to ram its grill up your tailpipe because you're in the way.
Not to mention rude. What kind of example are you setting, anyway? "Son, we're better than all these people. We don't have to wait in this line... that's for losers. Just jump to the front, do what you need to do, and the hell with the rest. You don't have to look out for anyone else, either; they'll get out of your way." (I know, someone like that probably wouldn't use a semicolon, but I'd feel icky if I didn't... and well, we can't have that, can we?)
This is, of course, based on a true story... a series of them, actually, all week. That series will probably continue throughout the school year. The story, however, will not, and I shall end it thusly:
If you're going to act like a badass, you should probably at least drive a six-cylinder.