"Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing." Benjamin Franklin
On this day, June 17, 1994.
Sometimes the best crime books and the best crime movies don’t compare to real life. The summer of 1994 was one of those times. Needless to say, it was surreal watching a larger-than-life figure fleeing from the cops in a white Bronco.
Folks who bump Metallica obnoxiously loud in the elementary school drop-off line, especially on a Monday morning, are the worst!
It’s me. I’m folks.
I received many strange looks this morning from the Newpsies. But I couldn’t hear their hatred over the guitars. Sorry.
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words. Since I’m stuck behind the Orange Curtain and haven’t made it up to Los Angeles in 6 weeks, I can’t testify to the 100% accuracy of this image. But I know from speaking with my people in LA they speak of no traffic and no smog.
Typically I perform the pick-up portion of our children’s daily school shuttle service. My better half does the drop-off.
Pick-up is GREAT. Parents are finished with work, some are already halfway through their second cocktail, maybe they have already stopped at their favorite dispensary, I don’t know. But everyone seems relaxed, and all of the children are excited about being picked-up.
Recently I’ve been switched to drop-off duty. Unfortunately, drop-off duty is the exact opposite of pick-up duty. Essentially, it’s a dystopian Mad Max hellscape in the mornings. Everyone is cranky, surly, and apparently always behind schedule.
This morning, I watched two adult women/moms scrap it out over a parking space. (when many others were available) It was a pretty ugly scene for a Newport Beach fight, there was Lululemon and Uggs fur flying everywhere. Scary stuff.
I watched from the comfort of my car. 1-so I could talk to the boys about how this is bad behavior, and 2- So I could jam out to LL’s Going Back to Cali which was on the 80’s on 8.
Don’t judge. A person has to find their own bliss in Drop-off Dystopia.