(From my husband, y’all. I AM DEAD!)
“So, I need some advice:
I totally biffed my first kindergarten car line drop off.
Everything was going great… initially.
I found the line; I executed a very precise and controlled curb pull-up.
I was sweet and charming with the designated kid picker upper teacher.
After the drop was complete, I was cool and collected with the pull-out.
And then… it. hit. the. fan.
I plowed over the ridiculously large orange traffic cone. The man driving in front of me as well as multiple safety patrollers began frantically yelling at me and waving me down.
I got out of the car, frazzled, stopping the whole drop off line, my bald head beet red with embarrassment.
I then proceeded to army crawl the entire length of the car trying to pry out the stupid cone (geez why didn’t I just back up?!)
When I emerged from underneath the truck with the cone, it looked like one of those end-of-the-world scenes where everyone steps out of their cars in traffic to watch the tsunami disaster ruin everything.
Except I was the disaster.
The cone looked like the crumpled Sorting Hat from Harry Potter.
I handed my shame over to the safety patroller without making eye contact, then returned to my truck.
I could literally hear everyone behind me shaking their heads.
And to make things worse, my mother-in-law was in the car.
How do I come back from this, folks?
I have the scarlet letter of carline doofus forever on my Dad record.
I guess my wife is going to have to do all of the drop offs from now on.
Oh. OH, and I just got to work where a colleague kindly pointed out that I have a black line of dirt from my forehead to neck from scraping the undercarriage of my car.
So, I guess what I’m saying is, don’t worry if your first day was a disaster, I lowered the bar.
Compared to me, you are doing great.
And I’m going to go into hiding now.”
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