Monday, June 23, 2014
I had this rough situation where we were carpooling with this little 12 year old girl that was a total _____. Ultimately, I got to the point where I had to kill the carpool. I could not deal with this brat's sense of entitlement anymore. She was a conniving smartmouth. She was a pre-programed bigot (thanks to her mother). She was also blonde and lived in a trailer park as a latchkey kid. Goodbye, brat. I couldn't take it anymore.
The price I had to pay for kicking the carpool princess to the curb was that I would have to drive Illy to school for 8 AM a several days a week for several weeks. I get off work at 3. I crash by 5. Back up by 7. The way I survived this was that i immersed myself in the beauty of West Cliff. I would take the dog for an AM walk on this stretch and ponder its beauty. I would also see the regulars. Particularly, a weird, spectacled 50 something who would jog and juggle at the same time.