It's my job to get the girls to school. On time. Not to brag, but 4 years in, not a single tardy. Every day I see the same parents show up late, frantically running with their kids. I have to resist the urge to tell them they're already late, save the energy. Every day I have the same thought: what the hell is wrong with these people? Get your kids to school on time!
On the way back to my car today, I overheard two of these habitually late parents commiserating. One parent was complaining she couldn't get her son to school on time because he wouldn't stop playing his DS. The other parent said his problem was TV. I was this close to stopping. Instead, I contented myself with visualizing the verbal smack down that wasn't.
Excuse me, I couldn't help overhearing your conversation, and I've noticed that you have a hard time getting to school on time. If I may be so bold. Addressing the woman: take the damn DS away, and watch how fast little Johnny gets his act together. Now turning to the man: And you sir, the television has an off button, you might want to figure out where it is. My head now oscillating between the two: If the problem persists, might I suggest a sledgehammer.