Surprise from a School Bus
April 16, 2010 at 8:39 am 7 comments
Yesterday I got stuck in traffic behind a school bus. The back seats, historically the prized position of the most cutthroat of popular kids, were occupied by adolescent boys. As our vehicles inched forward, missing multiple stop light cycles, I could see the boys laughing with each other and looking my way. Meanwhile, I listened to music and thought about who I would call if my cell phone still had a charge. There was a bit of a commotion and suddenly a piece of notebook paper with a message scrawled on it was slapped against the back window.
Now, it’s been about two decades since I’ve been a student on a school bus, but I still haven’t forgotten the type of antics typical of this age group. Most certainly this sign would tell me that I sucked or would share some kind of negative insight about my mother.
“Pretend you don’t see it,” I thought and fiddled with the radio, “Don’t look it. Don’t look at it.”
But I did. And the sign didn’t berate me! Instead it simply said:
You[‘re] Pretty
And just like that, the corners of my lips curled upwards.
I smiled in a traffic jam.
Entry filed under: Journal Excerpt, traffic.
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gasstationdave | April 16, 2010 at 9:25 am
Kids are getting smarter these days
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Matt | April 16, 2010 at 5:47 pm
Ha! That is awesome. Incorrect grammar and all, they’re right, you know. 😛
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Linda | April 16, 2010 at 7:54 pm
I love it!!! You are such a good writer.
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Anne | April 17, 2010 at 3:18 am
You must still be glowing.
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Sheer | April 17, 2010 at 4:18 am
I’m pretty amazed by the number of kids I see at skating rinks wearing peace & love clothing, and/or treating each other kindly and with respect. I don’t know what’s going down with the new generation, but I like it.
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geekhiker | April 19, 2010 at 2:16 pm
Awesome!
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tgaw | April 21, 2010 at 9:27 am
@Sheer— Your observation reminds of the NOFX Song “What’s the Matter With Kids Today”
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There’s something wrong
with the kids in my neighborhood
They always listen to their moms
They disregard civil disobedience
They’d rather do what they’re told
They don’t drink or fuck or fight
They sit home, and read, expand their minds
There’s something wrong with
the kids in my cul de sac
They’re always going to church
They dress well and they’re
Speaking articulate
They show each other respect
They’re never late, don’t smoke or break rules
They eat right, study hard
And like school
There’s something wrong
with the kids in my neighborhood