There is a select group of women at Bubba's daycare who cannot park for shit. I feel like I'm in Mr. Mom, seeing the car go in the wrong side and having to direct them to the proper way to drop off your child. Apparently, this is too hard:

1) Drive in to the drop-off area.

2) Pull up as far as you can.

3) Exit your vehicle and walk quickly to the school.

4) Sign out your child while waiting for said child to appear from classroom.

5) Walk quickly with child to vehicle, put child into carseat, get yourself into the seat and buckled in, and drive away.

Instead, it becomes a scene from how to make someone's head explode:

1) Drive in to the drop-off area, hitting curb on the way in.

2) Pull up just far enough to make the person behind you think there's room to drive by you, but make sure to be two inches in their way and sixteen feet from the car in front of you.

3) Read manual on how to annoy other mothers before exiting your vehicle.

4) Walk to the door in such a manner that I wonder if you either have hemmoroids the size of baseballs or you just can't get over the feeling of gravity and the earth's rotation over your body. Take several minutes to walk ten feet.

5) Sign out your child, but first drop the pens and clipboard on the floor.

6) Walk to your vehicle, act like you have never seen a car before, and hit the unlock button on your keychain fifteen times. Hit it again because it took so long for you to locate the door handle, that the doors locked again.

7) Wait until your child has memorized the times table to actually ask them to get inside.

8) Wait until they start puberty to buckle them in.

9) Stand by your door, as if hoping you will be placed inside the vehicle by osmosis.

10) Once inside the vehicle, make the ten drivers behind you drool in anticipation by starting your engine and putting your car into gear.

11) Wait until the first driver looks like she is about to get out of her car again, after having put her child into it five minutes ago, and come up to your vehicle and go PMS/just divorced/found out she has herpes crazy on your ass.

12) Inch your way out of the driveway, making sure not to wave or smile or make any sort of human gesture that one might consider friendly or acknowledging your incompetance at this ritual.

13) Wait for a prettier shade of green when at a light, holding the cars up behind you once again.

14) Come back in the morning and do it all over again.