Dear Carpool Cutter:
Our children’s school has given us very clear guidelines (with an illustrated map no less!) about where you are supposed to enter the carpool line. You’ve got the school’s logo on the back of your car so I’m assuming you know the drill. In the afternoon, it’s pretty hard to cut the line because there are so many cars and multiple teachers along the route. In the morning, it’s a lot more tempting to cut through one of the side streets rather than driving down an empty road to enter the correct way. I still always drive the correct way though because I’m a rule-follower. Apparently, you are not one.
When You Cut Me
It probably didn’t phase you at all when you cut me in the carpool line. Heck, people have done it before, and I’ve blown it off with a huff and an eye roll. I usually arrive at school about 10 minutes before the bell, so it’s not a big deal. This morning, however, it was a big deal. My son and I were running a little late. I was relieved when I saw there were only a handful of cars in front of me because I figured we’d made it in time, but then you cut me (and a few other cars) at the stop sign. The bell rang, and your car was the last car accepted at drop off. I wanted to blast my horn and channel my toddler daughter by screaming, “It’s not fair!” at the top of my lungs. The teacher on duty signaled for the rest of the cars to pull out of the line. I think most of the parents just opened their doors and let their kids hurry up and run out, but I’ve got a preschooler. I had to park my car down the street and walk him into school.
The Domino Effect
When I was walking back to my car, it started raining. Then on my way home, I caught a train. I was wet and going to be late for an appointment because you cut me in the carpool line. It was like I was the down-on-her-luck heroine in a romantic comedy. I was the Bridget Jones of Metry, and I was v. upset. Fuming, I exercised a Herculean amount of restraint to not post the picture I took of your car on our school’s Facebook page and become the crazy carpool mom.
But you know what? I guess I am a crazy carpool mom. Look, we’ve all got places to be. Do you think I want to drive 6 blocks in the opposite direction of the school to enter the carpool line every day? I don’t. It would be so much easier to just turn on the first street and cut everyone else, but I don’t do it specifically because of reasons like this. When you cut me, it had a domino effect on my morning. It was like Sliding Doors, except you got to be the happy Gwyneth Paltrow and I was the sad one. Although (Sort of spoiler alert!), those who have seen the movie know what happens to the happy GP, so maybe you did me a favor? But, I digress.
While I’m At It…
I can only assume since you cut the carpool line that you are also the type of person who blocks people’s driveways and both lanes of traffic when you are waiting for carpool to start in the afternoon. If this assumption is correct, please knock that off too. See a driveway? Stop your car before you get to it. Are there cars parked on one or both sides of the street? Wait until you can pass them before pulling forward so do don’t block cars coming from the opposite direction. The residents of our school’s street will appreciate you for this.
Thank you in advance for taking my advice and following the rules.
Crazy* Carpool Mom
*By “crazy,” I actually mean “considerate rule-follower.”