picking up kids from skewl

wifey left me for a bit...as she sails the Caribbean on a huge luxury ship...im home with kids...because my daughter really doesnt do much to help out, im picking up bubbas from skewl....and since im back to blogging...i noticed a whole bunch from my pick up experience yesterday...

its seems as tho the stepfords love picking up their "children" from school....not only do they embrace this opportunity to be seen,  they love it....thrive on it...get totally into it!

its social hour on the lot...they go from suv to suv...bouncing around gabbing to whomever will listen...the chit chat..the gossip...the horror!

they are all pros...they all know way more about your offspring than you do...its artwork...its uncanny...

we have 2 options...you either get into the line or you park your car and walk into the collection area...the ones that walk to the collection area all have fido in tow...its like a fuggen dog park...and this gives them more to talk about...they accessorize themselves with a k9...and a coach purse...and black leather boots...once they see their pride and joy, they escort them to their mercedes or their (out of my) range rover....all smiling and happy that everyone sees them...

i pull up in big d....park in the handicap space and wait for the bubbas to come to me...who wants to get out of their truck?  i dont...i listen to espn radio and wait...and watch the circus clowns mingle and mix...with k9 in tow...i cant wait until fido drops a duece...

whats wrong with people? 

we used to hop on board big yellow and pray that the ex con bus driver would remember his route...nothing beat the bus ride...the fellowship...the bond we had with your neighborhood buds...the cussing...the scamming...plans were made on the bus...