Retributive car pool irony part 2.

I believe I've made my feelings about car pool clear in the past.

I'm so over it.

No one tells you when you hold that sweet little eight pound bundle of joy in the hospital that 18 years later you will have spent approximately half of your life waiting in car pool lanes.

But every once in a while something happens in the car pool lane that makes me giggle rather than fume with rage.

One day a week I have the "opportunity" to sit in the car pool lane for an extra few minutes due to the time I get out of work and the fact that I hate to pass the school on my way home only to have to drive back 10 minutes later.

As much as I'd like to treasure those few minutes of silence in the van all by myself I don't, for several reasons.

• It might be because I'm breathing in the fumes of cars who idle for 20+ minutes (Did you not live through the oil crisis of 1976?  Do you not know that gas is well over $3.00 a gallon right now?  Do you even live on the same planet I do?) 
• Or it might be because I'm listening to the obnoxiously loud radios in the cars of older siblings sent to pick up their their high school siblings (Or maybe they're just very young parents who did not live through the oil crisis of 1976?)  
• And my "favorite" one of all LOUD PHONE TALKERS.  You know who I'm talking about.  You've been in the grocery store, bank, airport, doctor's office waiting room, library.... with a LPT.  (For the love of privacy! I don't care about your husband's endoscopy results if I don't know you!)

Granted, in the car pool lane the LPTs have only recently become a problem since we have been able to open our car windows.

A few weeks ago I witnessed a glorious trifecta of obnoxiousness gone bad.  The first car in the car pool line was a huge diesel pick-up truck idling with it's radio playing too loud -- apparently bass only -- with the windows closed (this is an important detail you won't want to forget).  The next thing I know the driver of the truck steps out and is standing next to the truck yelling into his cell phone about not being able to hear the caller.....  Because obviously turning down the radio in the truck would have required way more effort than getting out of the truck did.  Breathe in a few too many diesel fumes buddy?

And then the driver closes the door to the truck to step away in hopes of hearing the caller better, or perhaps just spreading the joy of his LPT skills further.

You know what's coming next don't you....

He locked himself out of the running radio truck while playing the role of LPT in the car pool lane.

Needless to say he was not happy when he figured out what he had done.

There were a few other regulars in the car pool lane that day subtly giggling.