Now they've really crossed the line

Since the last post on the woes of school bus comaraderie, I experienced another strange phenomenon -- school bus comaraderie in the absence of said school bus. For those of you that don't know, Guy and I happen to live right down the road from the school bus "loading dock," as I like to call it. It's the place where buses are kept during non-school hours and where the drivers park their personal vehicles before hitting the road every day. Yesterday, on the way home from work, a silver pickup truck pulled out in front of me from the upper entrance of the loading dock parking lot. 100 feet down the road, he STOPS in front of the lower entrance and proceeds to allow two other cars, presumably his bus-driver buddies, to exit. Far be it from the guy to realize that if he would have just kept going at a normal speed, I was the only person behind him, and his friends would have been able to pull out with no more than a 30-second delay. Apparently school bus comaraderie runs too deep to be contained within the black-and-gold framework and impossible-to-open-straight, kick-out-in-case-of-emergency windows. It's not just a part of the job. It's a way of life.