Currently This

A week or so ago, my son's bus driver called me at an obscenely early hour on one of the last few days of our holiday vacation to ask me if my son needed to be picked up. I screamed at him, then hung up on him without another word. I was homicidally furious about being woken early on a vacation day and vowed to have his job for being too stupid to know when school started again. I hated him for scaring me - how do I trust my child to a driver who is running around on the road, driving from home to home, asking for kids who don't go back to school for a week or more?

Once I got some sleep and woke up on my own, I no longer had the desire to feel his facial bones grinding under my heel and I didn't bother to report him for not knowing the schedule. After all, he's a lowly bus driver and I am the superior mom who produced the child he is lucky to be allowed to transport. I could be a little generous.

When school did start again, he showed up on time and picked up my son and I waved to him cheerily, ignoring his snotty flip of the hand at me. "Fuck you, buddy" I thought. I knew I was superior to him in every way, could crush him with a few well and easily chosen sentences and, knowing this, didn't need to do it.

Reflecting on all this now, I consider his snotty flip a mild response to my having hung up on him. Three guesses when school started and who was wrong.