I dropped T. off to his teacher and then I walked outside to where R. lines up with the other Pre-K kids. Once they started into the school, I turned around to walk back home.
I heard my name and when I turned, I saw Mr. Schmitty. He was on his way to work and had stopped by the school to give me a ride back home. He knows I'm seriously PMSing and I guess he thought he'd spare me from sweating like a pig on the way home. (I sweat so badly right before my period!)
As we walked toward each other, you could see the heads turn. All of the Pre-K and Kindergarten parents were watching. Most of them are younger, new parents to the school system. Many of them are sending their first child off, whereas, I am sending my second and third. Because of this, many of the newer parents don't know us very well, yet.Cars were driving by. Each driver was craning their neck to see.
Mr. Schmitty opened the door to his work truck, cleaned the paperwork off the seat, and I hopped in. People were turning around, as they walked to their cars, wondering what was going on.
Lord, the conversations they will be having over their spaghetti dinners tonight!
The hilarity of it was killing me. Yes, people, I am laughing AT you. Humans are just so damned nosy. Always looking for the drama!
Oh, did I mention? Mr. Schmitty is a State Troooper.
I really wanted him to throw the cuffs on me, but he wouldn't. Party pooper.
