After using an empty, greasy Dunkin Donuts bag to smoosh away the CHICKEN BONES from under RM’s seat and then securing her tightly in the safety straps, I kissed her and squeezed her and said, “Have a great day at school, Beautiful.” I closed the van door, said a rapid Rosary and waved goodbye. At this point, Mom-Alarm was not completely triggered where I felt the need to start a complete melt-down by ripping RM from the van. She would not have been agreeable to that scenario. I felt it was best to rock on and let her go, knowing it was Game On with Crappy Transportation Company.
I crossed the street as the van pulled away to tell SGM what I found. He had pulled out of our driveway to head to work, but had stopped at the neighbor’s for a brief moment of male bonding. All I had to say to him was, “CHICKEN. BONES.” He knew instantly by the look on my face that this transportation bullshit was about to come to an apex of sort.
As I walked back over to the house to start the ball rolling on that, SGM headed off to work.
Hang on to your panties. It gets better.
SGM called me about an hour later after he reached the armory. “Um. You’ve notified SpedHead, right? About the CHICKEN. BONES. Right??”
“Oh, you know it. Why? What’s up?”
“Well, after I pulled away I ended up behind the van at the light and. Um. Well. Chicken Lady was not paying attention. AT. ALL. The light turned green and the car in between us had to honk to get her to move and it looked like people were moving around inside the van. So I followed them for a ways, and Chicken Lady missed the green at three more lights. She just was not paying attention at all. Then it looked like there were bags being passed back and forth. It was ALL. WRONG.”
I hung up with SGM. There were no words to describe my rage. I had already informed the school and the Assistant SpedHead that I would be driving RM until the entirety of this situation was resolved at the meeting the following Monday. There simply was nothing else I could do but wait until then.
Because it is never easy dealing with these schmucks, they scheduled the meeting for Monday afternoon at the exact time that RM and Boyfriend needed to be picked up at school BECAUSE THEY HAD NO TRANSPORTATION. So it meant that out of the four of us parents, one needed to miss the meeting in order to pick up the kiddos. I volunteered to get the kids. I felt that SGM and Boyfriend’s parents who have dealt with our district for several years had the most to offer up. I also didn’t think we could scrape together my bail money should Crappy Transportation Company say some crazy shit at this meeting.
In the end, Crappy Transportation Company never showed to the meeting. Interim Superintendent was extremely reasonable and made it clear that all of our concerns were valid and this was an easy fix in his eyes. You think? The district would inform Crappy Transportation Company to reinstate Miss Wonderful as monitor, New Driver would be the same woman who previously served as Boyfriend’s monitor before RM was on the route (yay!) and we would get the yellow van back and the afternoon route would accommodate dropping off RM before Boyfriend.
RM and Boyfriend are happily riding to school together again.
It only took twelve adults fourteen days to do it.
Cheers, My Friends.
I’m headed out for some wings.