We forced our children into humiliation yesterday by stopping at Kmart for some last-minute school supplies. Kmart! What were we thinking? Could they have been any more embarrassed had we announced their names over the PA system?
"Excuse me. Is there a high school student here by the name of Daughter Flag? Is she really in KMART with her parents and three brothers? If so, could she come up front because a t.v. crew is here to record this to show at the high school tomorrow."
Things did get worse when our middle school boy actually saw someone he knew. They greeted each other in that strange middle school language and then both turned scarlet red.
Okay, back to the post.
On the way in, we noticed these cars parked nicely.
Then we noticed how this car was parked.
On the way out, after spending $5,000,000 for three folders and two notebooks and all the things I deemed necessary for me to begin Weight Watchers, we watched the driver of the white car maneuver to her vehicle.
In a very condescending tone,
a big mouth my husband called out,
"Nice parking job."
Then we moved toward our car while watching the driver of the white car as it drove the wrong way down her lane. Checkered shook his head and wondered about the licensing procedure of our state.
The lane the car was traveling happened to be our lane and the white car came right toward us while the passenger offered his/her (impossible to discern) hand signals in commentary regarding what he/she thought of Checkered.
In response, Checkered shared with them yet another insight he had regarding their car. They continued to hand signal us as they merged with traffic and moved toward the busy intersection ... where they discovered that Checkered was right.
They were, in fact, driving with their trunk open.
And so justice was done by Checkered's standards.