So in complaining about slacker parents, I once again forgot what got me on the topic. This morning, a few minutes ago, actually, I was waiting for the bus with my boys. It was raining a little, so we got in the car and were listening to old school indie rock when the bus came. The boys jumped out and waited for the bus driver’s indication that it was safe to cross the street. While watching, I noticed a late parent careering up behind the bus with the blinking lights and manic waving.

The kid got out and made it aboard and the bus pulled away. Then something halfway between amusing and obnoxious happened. The late parent now wanted to turn around and head back from whence they came. We are near the end of a long road, and the remaining two driveways before getting on a 55mph main road are not convenient for turning around in. One is a steep muddy hill, one is very narrow, in a precarious position near the end of the road where drivers frequently cut the corner. It’s not a good place for a Mom in her robe and bedhead to attempt a quick u-turn.

So they always want to use our driveway to turn around in. Sure, they could turn around in the driveway directly across the road from ours, but that one is crunchy gravel and you can’t execute a fast, squeaky, Starsky and Hutch 3 pointer. Our nicely paved drive is so much more convenient.

So the problem this morning was that I was sitting in the car at the bottom of the driveway. Usually I start the engine and back up after my quick wave to the departing driver, but this morning I took my time. I was rocking out to the song on the CD player and in no rush.

The late parent was clearly irritated that I didn’t back up right away, frocing her to use the driveway across the street. She actually shot me a dirty look. Does she not realize how expensive it was to pave my driveway? Does she not respect the fact that turning around is technically a violation of my private property? I mean, I know its a fact of life that people will turn around in my driveway. I’ve done it plenty of times in other people’s driveays, but it is still my driveway. It is not a public throughfare. She is not entitled to use my driveway simply because she’s a slacker Mom who couldn’t drag her ass out of bed this morning.

Geez, throw me a smile or a thank you wave. Give me some Macmall coupons. Let your robe fall open “accidentally.” I don’t know, but keep the freakin; attitude to yourself, lady.