It was the end of a typical day at Jefferson Area High School; the sun was shining, the marching band was practicing, the buses were waiting and nothing could dampen Delightful Granddaughter’s mood. That is until she saw Principal Jeremy Huber walking to a lone vehicle parked in the wrong place for student pick-up.
“Is that your GRANDMAW?” her friend, Crime Boss Karlee said.
“Oh no!” said Delightful Granddaughter, who’s still in the awkward teenage phase when anything remotely embarrassing seems like the end of the world.
Mr. Huber (what a nice young man!) politely scolded me. I explained it was my first time picking up my granddaughter this school year. I didn’t know they changed the pick-up route, and unlike Delightful Granddaughter, he was very understanding.
That’s when Delightful Granddaughter swung open the car door and yelled, “Grandmaw!”
I said, “You didn’t tell me we can’t park here any more.”
She wasn’t having it.
“Do you know what’s more embarrassing than being a senior and having your grandmother pick you up from school?” she said.
“No, what?” I said.
“Having the principal talk to your grandmother because she parked in the wrong place!” she said.
“Oh dear,” I said. “I’m sorry. What can I say?”
Crime Boss Karlee found the whole incident quite amusing.
(Faithful readers will recall Karlee got her organized-crime-figure name after leading a pack of wild teenagers to my house one night and stealing my pet rabbit from the backyard.)
After a snack and a few deep breaths, Delightful Granddaughter calmed down and I had a suggestion.
“If you don’t like me picking you up, get your driver’s license and drive yourself,” I said.
After school on Tuesday, she got her learner’s permit.
Of course, this means Staff Writer Shelley Terry will have to take Delightful Granddaughter out driving again, but she’s ready, thanks to a good supply of nerve pills.