I pit my obsessive-parent neighbor

I make a decent living.

Y so serious?

Anyway, your parents driving you to school is a little different from your parents driving you a couple of hundred yards up the street and then whipping a Uey to go back home afterward. And one presumes that your parents didn’t drive a couple of hundred yards up the street to the bus stop in the afternoon in order to spend a precious, what, 30 seconds on the drive back to your house?

I freely admit that there are all sorts of reasons why someone might want to drive an insanely short distance to the bus stop with their kid, but I happen to think that a large number of those reasons are probably dumb and involve not wanting to walk 200 yards because walking is harrrd. Hence privately judging. Which I shall continue to do at my own bus stop on a daily basis.

Would anyone care for a Camp Awesome lanyard?

I would, except the lanyards at Camp Awesome are made by kids, so they’ll fall apart after a week. The lanyards at Camp Helicopter are made by parents, with the kids simply taking credit for the work, so they’ll actually be well made.

I would like to point out that the OP said 150-200 feet.

Of course, it may have been a misprint, or indeed a misunderestimation (I love that word).

I HOPE it was a misprint. I’m terribly afraid it wasn’t. Are there really people in this world who would get in a car to go sixty metres? On this board, indeed? My heart quails…

BTW - No lanyard for me, but I’m a size 14 in t-shirts. kthxbai!

We spell it “meters” over here, Bruce.

Well, I can ALMOST understand the rationale for dropping the kid off in the morning. It’d be easier to understand if the kid and parents were actually talking, instead of both playing with their phones or kid playing with phone while Mom reads a book, which is what I typically see around here.

But in the afternoon?? When it’s a less-than-a-minute walk from the bus stop? What can you accomplish in that less-than-one-minute that you can’t accomplish after the kid walks home?

Any more than 5 don’t count.

God damn, you people are judgmental.

Hell, I’m judging you all right now.

No we don’t.

I’ll take one. My parents were insanely overprotective and I was unleashed every morning to walk three blocks over and cross the street to wait at my bus stop. That was in high school. Elementary? I grew up in Michigan and had to cross Dequinder Road which was a major four lane road - there was a crossing guard and everything, and I had some blocks to walk home.

Walk the 200 yards. I totally judge the woman. Or at least let the kid walk home by herself.

Special needs [del]children[/del] parents.

Damnit, the Aussie was bad enough, but now I have to deal with a francophile, too? International Weights and Measures can suck my 23 “centimetre” dick. Fucking “metre”. I swear on Apple Pie and the very soul of the Vince Lombardi Trophy that I will never look at, or refer to, a large bottle of Coca Fucking Cola as two “litres”.

Fuck “metre”.

Francophile? Moi?

Not hardly.

Edit to ask: Who’s Vince Lombardi?

Gahhh!
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It was my second! :mad:

What are you responding to? I don’t believe anyone, much less me, said that no parent has ever done this since the OP is about a parent doing just that. Also, it has been pointed out that this mother does it every day no matter what the weather so it isn’t about rain or cold affecting pwecious, and that the ride home after school is all of 30 seconds, so it isn’t a matter of carving out time (which is pathetic anyway).

The rejects thing was in response to storyteller0910. Please read the posts, quit ass-uming and try to keep up.

There there. You can have “yards” if you like. I’m okay with yards. They’re just met**s in disguise after all.

So. Driving sixty fucking yards!!!

points and laughs

Ha-ha!
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I read you just fine. I know exactly who you were replying to and I was chiming in my opinion too, in agreement with her sentiments.

Never said it was about the cold. I said that in my experience, I drove my kids when it was cold and I enjoyed the time, so I could see how another parent might want to do it more often.

How about you read and keep up.

Since you still haven’t addressed anything I said, I’ll just call you an idiot backpedaling and call it a night.

I laughed much too long at this.