At lunch today, on my way to my car, I noticed a distressed Pioneer parent roaming upper lot in a classic soccer mom minivan. As I was walking out there, she stopped me and several of my compatriots to ask how to get out of the parking lot. She had been driving in circles in large figure eights among upper and lower lot for all of 5-10 minutes and had not been able to find the exit. Now, while I freely admit that the intelligence of said soccer mom was probably not a lot higher than an average mollusk (twice the intelligence of an average pioneer student), it does say something about the pioneer parking lot if parents get lost in it. It's not a good thing. If parents get lost in the parking lot, they can't leave.
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