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Living Next To A School


The best thing about living next to a school is that if your kids are going to that school, going to and coming back from school is a breeze. You get to wake up 15 minutes before school starts and hurry your way in the morning and scramble to school without too much of a worry.

The worst thing about living next to a school if your kids are not going to that school is traffic and bloody inconsiderate parents. If it so hard to park a little further away if there is no spot for you and walk? Instead, these parents will not think twice about blocking the very small roads in and out of the residential area. The worse thing about it is that the school that we are talking about is a private school which basically means that the parents who send their kids there is more or less well off. And some of them, being Datuks and Datins, have drivers doing the deed.

And what do drivers care. They don't give a damn and just want to get their job done...which is to pick the kids up so that they can lepak some more.

Anyway, yesterday was a different story. The road going in and out of the school and residential area is small. When I say small, I mean small. I wasn't blocked by the parents yesterday because I detoured to get some groceries and the bank for a while (might as well get something done if I knew I was going to be stuck there) and when I came back, I was blocked by a garbage truck. You know what it is like...you detoured in hope of a pleasant time going back home and you are blocked. Again. By something else.

As I fumed behind the wheel at my misfortune, I looked at the garbage men who were apologetic. All it takes it just a change of perception - I looked again at the men. 'Do you think they want to be garbage men if they had a choice? Do you think that they wished that they were earning mega bucks doing something swanky?'

Yup. I think so. I don't think garbage collecting is any fun at all. And I started to feel thankful to them. Just like that, the fuming ended.

So, I shall employ this mentality today when I get the kids back from school today. I hope I can change my perception towards the inconsiderate parents who are sometimes thoughtless about others living in the area and not fume so much when stuck in the jam.

Wish me luck.
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