Getting to school on time

I never, ever, ever make it to school on time - granted I usually leave home at about the time that class is supposed to begin... Except this morning. This morning I left extra early, at 8:30 for an 8:00 class.

I've got my dancepass mix on my pendrive, and tower on the back seat. Barely enough gas, and I'm ready to waste time at school!

I take my usual back-road route through Claxton Bay, and there's a guy in a Range Rover/Land Rover thing in front of me. As we hit a turn, this delivery truck - a bread truck - stops off to do whatever he has to do. So Mr. Land Rover Man stops his truck, and the truck driver switches the motor off, and hops out of the truck.

Instead of driving, he waves the driver through... even if he was outside of his truck. Senseless.

So, I gets to school, and I'm fumbling with my cell phone (that's near-death, like all my electronics...) and as I drive up to this car to park, I see a guy in a driver's seat, and this head raise from where his lap was.

Oh no!