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Do the bus stop

It must really suck to be a kid these days. I took a different route to work today and as I meandered through suburbia I saw bunches of kids waiting for their school busses. On every corner. Are kids incapable of crossing a couple of streets to wait at, say, one consolidated bus stop per neighborhood? Also, does every kid’s parent really need to wait for the bus with them? Because judging from the ratio there was at least one parent per child. Don’t get me wrong, if this was in the city or in a questionable area I’d be all for parental supervision, but this was in a upscale suburb in an area of cute houses with tree lined streets filled with families consisting of two parents, 2.5 kids, a dog named Spot, a cat named Fluffy and a bowl of soon-to-die goldfish won in the Toss-a-Ball game at the recent Children’s Fair. Way back when I was little, every kid on Lincoln Ave. waited in front of Scooter Kelly’s house sans parents. Our dads were probably all on the way to work and our moms were probably at home mixing the first gin ‘n’ tonic of the day and praising the school system for getting our pain-in-the-ass selves out of the house for at least 7 or 8 hours. If our parents all waited with us at the bus stop I would have never heard the facts of life misinterpreted by Tiffany and Kim – the Older Kids. I would have never learned to stand up against inevitable taunts when the circle of taunting came around to me. I probably would have still gotten interested in the novels of Nancy Drew Girl Detective, but I certainly would have never been invited to the secret session of Two Minutes in the Closet in which I went into the closet with Kip and we –gasp- stared at each other and giggled for two minutes. I think we might have also ‘frenched,’ which consisted, in our complete inadequacy, of sticking our tongues out and touching them together. And then laughing our asses off, because really? What could adults see in THAT? Parents – the bus stop is a rite of passage for kids – don’t ruin it with your presence. And don’t even get me started on what I’m guessing are the totally sanitized versions of bus drivers that exist now. Bob the Hippie would have never made the cut and certainly the child-hating and dreaded Picklenose would have never graced my bus route………

Do any of you have fond bus-stop memories from your youth?

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11:55 a.m. - 2007-06-06


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