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Mom's Taxi & Buses.

September 4, 2008 - Summer Wallace-Minger

So I've got ten minutes before I have to pick up the kids. The other day, I was on time -- just on time, mind you -- to pick up the kids, and the principal strolls over, smiles and says: "Oh, you're early."


Apparently, my inability to get the off the phone or escape an interview is so notorious that showing up on time is perceived as something usual for me. I so have to fix that this year.

I would have them on the bus, but, frankly, Hancock County Schools Transportation Department hates me. Last year, they told me my then five-year-old and eight-year-old had to walk down to the end of our housing development to catch the bus, the distance of several blocks. Yeah, right, not happening.

I called and explained the situation. They asked me if the kids could cut through the neighbors' yards to the next street over, where the stop was close. Um, no. No. 1, it's rude, and No. 2, my children have not yet demonstrated the ability to vault over eight-foot-tall fences. If they do, I'll get back to you.

So I asked to talk to the transportation director. Was busy; would call me back. Nothing over the next day or so. I called back; nothing. This was repeated SEVEN times. Thanks for calling me back. I'm so glad my problem was important to you. That's a special kind of avoidance right there.

Meanwhile, I see buses going through downtown stopping on every. Single. Corner. Lynnellen got caught behind a bus two days ago, and she said the kids at different bus stops were yelling back and forth to each other. When you can have a conversation with someone at another bus stop, then they are too close together.

Gotta go pick up the kids.


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