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For those who don't know, I live on a quiet suburban street (usually very quiet). My house is situated at the T-part of a T intersection. My street goes left to right, and another street ends head on with my yard. I've got kids living nearby, and so the school buses have a complicated dance for all the area schools. Because my town has some odd way of breaking the kids up, so just because you live next door to someone the same age, doesn't necessarily mean you are in the same school (until High School - there is only one of those). Since working from home, I've become accustomed to buses at all times of the day as the school days are staggered to make busing easier (not all elementary schools start or end their days at the same time).
The little girl who lives next door (on the left) has been being bused to school (pre and kindegarten) for a couple of years. This year she is in first grade, and the bus comes to drop her home about 3:30 every day. It is a five-eight minute process, because she is in a wheelchair, and the driver has to get out to open the back side door and prep the lift, and get back on to secure her in the lift, and get back off to actually lower her to the ground. And her parents are there to meet her, usually with one or both of her younger, twin sisters toddling around. Chaos!
Today, her bus arrived early by about ten minutes, and it stopped, honked, and the driver exited the bus as usual. A second school bus came down the street in the opposite direction, and stopped. And then one came from right in front and stopped, as you must do when a school bus is stopped with it's stop sign out. They sat blocking every possible road for the six minutes or so it took to get my neighbor kid off the bus, the lift back up, and the door closed securely. Funny as hell. It kind of looked like they were staring each other down. Even funnier, because the buses were not the same size - the wheelchair accessible one was longer than the other two.
After the buses cleared out (one turning right, one turning left, and one going straight) the cars that had stacked up behind them tried to get themselves sorted as well.
Timing, as they say, is everything.
The little girl who lives next door (on the left) has been being bused to school (pre and kindegarten) for a couple of years. This year she is in first grade, and the bus comes to drop her home about 3:30 every day. It is a five-eight minute process, because she is in a wheelchair, and the driver has to get out to open the back side door and prep the lift, and get back on to secure her in the lift, and get back off to actually lower her to the ground. And her parents are there to meet her, usually with one or both of her younger, twin sisters toddling around. Chaos!
Today, her bus arrived early by about ten minutes, and it stopped, honked, and the driver exited the bus as usual. A second school bus came down the street in the opposite direction, and stopped. And then one came from right in front and stopped, as you must do when a school bus is stopped with it's stop sign out. They sat blocking every possible road for the six minutes or so it took to get my neighbor kid off the bus, the lift back up, and the door closed securely. Funny as hell. It kind of looked like they were staring each other down. Even funnier, because the buses were not the same size - the wheelchair accessible one was longer than the other two.
After the buses cleared out (one turning right, one turning left, and one going straight) the cars that had stacked up behind them tried to get themselves sorted as well.
Timing, as they say, is everything.
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