Drama mamas: They left on time, with their little ones safely strapped -- hair brushed, cheeks shiny -- in the back seat. It's all those other people, and dammit if little Billy is going to be late on his first day. Little Billy. Oh my god, I can't believe, sniff, how old he is, sniff. I hope every thing is okay for him. No, I am not going to start crying in the car.
Spazzy daddies: No one gave them the memo that school starts at, uh, the exact same time this year. Spring was a along time ago, after all. Are you kidding me? The first bell is at 8:25? I could have sworn it was 8:35. Jesus Christ on a cracker, kids, let's MOVE!
The cops: Oh yeah. Remember all those speed traps in the school zones where big signs and blinking lights (that we all ignore) means you a block or so away from a school? Well, they will be back, pulling over parents, commuters and everyone else.
Kids: Okay, there is a reason for those signs. There will be thousands of kids who walk to school -- in addition to those being driven by drama mama and spazzy daddy. Usually, they are well versed in looking both ways before they cross the street. Usually.
Buses: Yes, traffic is going to suck this morning as seemingly every parent in the metro area hits the road at roughly the same time. And although those yellow buses mean fewer cars, they are also driven by well-meaning people who apparently have their eyes closed. They are also slow and in your way. Move bus!