Instead of picking my kids up at carpickup, I've parked my car and
I'll meet them in the courtyard.
Because I'm trafficphobic, I arrive twenty minutes early and back into
an easy to get out of spot.
So far three minvans (white, blue, copper) have slowed to a stop in
front of me, scowling slightly into my unfamiliar vehicle.
I think I might be in someone's usual spot.
I imagine a tow of ponytailed khaki wearing brunette usually park
here, next to each other, and my presence has wrecked their afternoon
chat.
Because of me, theyll probably drink too much tonight, maybe one of
then will burn dinner.
I could be wrong.
Either way, I hold my ground, sitting in my car alone and furiously
write something important. (This).
