Do any of you have any idea what it takes to have 5 preschoolers simultaneously leave their bus seats screaming at the top of their lungs? Well, as of Friday I can tell you that all it takes is a single, small grasshopper.
Friday afternoon I was driving my wife's afternoon bus route. Why was I doing that? Well, it is just because I broke her leg recently, but that is another story. Anyway, as I was driving down the busiest, narrowest road on my route I saw the little green miscreant fly in through one of the open windows on the bus. It landed on the trashcan that I keep right next to my right foot. It just sat there.
I remember looking down at its compound eyes and wondering how something so small and innocent, could have such a look of mischieviousness. At that exact moment it launched itself into the air behind me. The preschoolers that I keep in the seats right behind mine began screaming, and then they began chasing, and then I began screaming, and then they began screaming lounder and of course so did I.
I was screaming, "SIT DOWN NOW!" and watching traffic for a place to pull over safely. The pre-schoolers all had a look of joyous rapture on their innocent faces. It was obvious to me that they were completely unaware of my screams and yells. They were fascinated by this mysterious, small, green visitor.
"Look at the gwasshopuh!" Shouted the smallest one.
"I almost caught it!" shouted another.
"Its GWEEN!" yelled the tallest one gleefully.
Admittedly I should have been smiling while I found a place to pull over to calm the situation, but all I could imagine was having to hit the brakes hard and having one of these little ones catapult up the aisle toward me. Thankfully just as I found a place to pull over the gwasshopuh flew out the same window he flew in. All of the children immediately went back to their seats without me saying a word and acted like nothing ever happened.
What did I do? Why I just kept driving.
3 comments:
Hey - sorry to hear about your wife's mishap. Just tell her she has a long way to go to catch up with Evel Knievel. You never did return my phone call, so I assumed you spent the entire summer in Mexico. Catch me up on where you're at and what you are doing. Believe it or not, I miss you guys. I'm working out of the house now, and to be honest, I hate it. Like the job, just not the location. Anyhow, I'd love to have you over for barbecue sometime, so don't lose my number - actually my mobile number changed, so shoot me an email and I'll send it to you. Hope all else is well. God bless and take care.
If you check this again please call me again. I will catch you up on the most difficult summer I have had.
Will do!
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