A School Bus and a Sheriff Sandwich

What is the likelihood that I would be sandwiched between a school bus and a sheriff on my way to AND home from work?  Oh, it is very likely only for those few individuals lucky enough to be me.

This morning, I was to be at school for a 7 a.m. meeting.  It was 6:46 and I ended up behind a school bus.  Stop, start, stop start.  I look in my rear view mirror (yes, I was putting on mascara at one of the many stops) and – low and behold – there is a sheriff behind me.  I thought, “Wouldn’t it be hilarious for me to get my phone out, too?” But I put the bad angel idea away and continued on.

I knew exactly where the bus was going to turn (this getting behind a bus has happened to me before).  On a regular day, I would put my Mario Kart skills to good use and be ready to floor it to the moon as soon as the bus made the turn (vroom, vroom motor sounds go here). But today, that just wasn’t going to happen.  I gently pressed on the gas and cautiously glided up to the posted (but completely inane) speed.  Mr. Sheriff was still behind me, and I had half a mind to ask him to give me a police escort to school because I was going to be late.  Bad, bad angel.

Finally, he turned down a side road and went on his merry way.  I was so happy my tires squealed, my heart leaped and my foot became made of lead.  Made it to school at 6:58.  Whew.

After school today, I was merrily driving home anticipating the extreme amount of homework my fourth grader String Bean will have (and his complete excitement and willingness to do it – ha), when a bus pulled out in front of me.  “Here I go again,” I thought and then hummed the horrible White Snake tune. Within two miles, a sheriff pulls behind me.  By this time I am estatic.  Twice in one day – this is one for the record books.

Luckily, he turned following the bus.  Whew.

I could write and say this is a metaphor for life hinting at me to slow in on down.  Maybe it is a metaphor telling me watch my speed or calmly go wherever I need to go.  Maybe it is a metaphor for my life phase – hanging somewhere in the middle if you will.  But, I really don’t think it is a metaphor at all.  I think I was just caught between a school bus and a sheriff.  Twice in one day.  A little sandwich of coincidence. Lucky me.

Did I mention I took a photo of the bus? Yeah, I did. I didn't have the nerve to turn around and take one of Mr. Sheriff though. I thought that might be a bad idea.