Whenever the bus is more than 15 minutes late, I fret. Generally, I end up calling the school after 20 minutes, to see what is wrong. This has happened three times in the past 2.5 years. And each of these incidents are all confirmation for why I couldn't be a school bus driver.
1. The first time the bus was late and I called was because it had broken down. They had to wait for a new bus to arrive to switch all the kids over. If you know me well, you know I am neurotic about car troubles anyhow, and the idea of being in charge of the safety of all those kids while there was some mystery ailment with the bus would freak me out. What a HUGE responsibility keeping them all safe.
2. The second time the bus was late was because a girl completely lost it on the bus and they had to turn around and take her back to school. Pierce said that she was screaming at everyone, calling them names, hitting the seats and banging her head against the window. Can you imagine? Trying to handle that while safely getting all the other kids back to school? This child was seven years old. Talk about a bad day in school bus driving.
3. The third time I called because the bus was late I was told that a child became sick, and the bus had to take him back to the school. Now this seemed strange because normally if a child pukes on the bus (which happens with horrifying regularity according to Pierce) they clean it up and keep going. I wondered if the child had a seizure or something. But Pierce reported when he came home (40 minutes late) that the puke was strewn all down the aisle, a mess of magnificent proportions, and that the kids were all shuddering in the back as puke tumbled down the aisles, looming towards them. Yes, my blogging friends, this would pretty much be my worst nightmare.
Readers, do you know a school bus driver in your life? If so, go buy them a cupcake. Or 10. And tell them thanks. Because I'm pretty sure they deserve it.