Day 55 – Lime Poppy Seed Cookies

     Have I told you that I hate driving into the high school parking lot? Yeah, I know I have. 34 days ago to be exact, in my Créme Brulée post. So, today I decided that I hate being in the parking lot in the afternoon almost as much as in the morning. I had to meet my daughter in front of the school to drop off a paper she needed to bring to the office and driving to find a spot was just a wee bit tricky because at times, I felt as if I was a salmon swimming upstream. Oh. My. Gosh. I know the kids are excited to be out of school and can’t wait to high tail it out of there because I was the same way when the bell rang. Oh, wait. That’s right. I rarely ever went home when the bell rang because I was always staying after for field hockey or drama. But anyway, I can imagine how they feel. Freedom. The teenager cherishes it, especially if they have their own car. Now, I’m not going to generalize and say ALL teenagers at the school are this way because there are absolutely wonderful kids that attend who I am absolutely in love with. They are wonderful people. There are others however who do not care one iota (wow, haven’t used that word in years and looking it up discovered that it is the 9th letter of the Greek alphabet – Greek: Ιώτα [jota] Yota/Jota. Who knew?) about who is in their way as they embark on their mission to escape the clutches of that menacing fortress. (Ooh, that sounds dark and ominous.)  So, I kind of felt like I was playing dodge ball, but with cars. Kids flying down the lanes as I was trying to back out, kids backing out without looking while I was flying, (NO!, kidding) down the lane. No accidents, no fender benders to tell you about, just my frustration dealing with people who care for no one but themselves. And remember, I do not generalize. Gee, I sound like a really angry person, don’t I? I’m not, really. Something has to REALLY push my buttons to make me upset and that doesn’t happen too often, but when it does…