car math

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I had allowed myself 20 minutes to drive Poindexter the 15 minutes to the groomer yesterday, yet I was 10 minutes late.

People along Metamuville Rd, you see, have crapped out a lot of little vanity projects, and I was waiting behind an excruciatingly halting school bus.

What struck me most was that the blinking lights never turned off. The bus was in a perpetual state of stopping for another kid. Kids in adjacent driveways would make the bus stop twice in 20 feet instead of consolidating into a single bus stop.

What's wrong with kids today? I thought in a voice alarmingly like my mother's. Why don't they hang out at the bus stop like we did? It was how I saw my friends in the morning. It was how I made friends. It—

And then it hit me. These are Seatarded children. Like their parents, they have no interest in other human beings. In full view of other kids, they wait at the end of their driveways, alone with the only person who matters to them.