Some of you may have read my post about teenage drivers and the traumatic experiences I have had with them. I went out again today and took my youngest to school on my wheelchair.
Afterward I went to the library because although I should probably be writing a book, I prefer to read them and am way too flighty to write anything longer than a page or two. Of course I stayed too long, but left thinking if I maxed out the 5 mile per hour top speed I would still beat the after school rush of kids who think they are only talking on a cellphone, but are actually driving a vehicle as well.
Anyway, I was right. I beat the kids leaving school, but I was right on time to roll through a crowd of about 25 track runners. If I was a teenager I would have probably just waited it out, but I am too old to care if a million (or 25) pairs of eyes acted like a marching band and moved in unison down the “look, it’s a real disabled person” street.
Did I ever mention how glad I am that I am not a teen anymore? It is not as if I am not cool, I tried out for and made the track student manager team, as well as the volleyball student manager team. So, I have had my turn at being the MVP of school sports. I would just not trade adulthood for any of that jr. high/high school drama. I think I am going to start going out at night when all the drunk drivers are out…I would probably be much more comfortable and a lot safer too.