The Driveway Permit

    So the kids were playing basketball in the driveway, and Katerina had parked the Neon on the street to give them more room.

    Of course, I had to have some fun with this, so I came inside and asked her rather loudly why didn't she have her driveway permit affixed to the car.

   She played along and admitted that while she indeed had the permit in her purse, she just hadn't had time to put it on the car yet.

   So, I went outside, grumbling about this. The kids asked why the car was in the street, and I said, "Because we didn't put the driveway permit on, and we will get a ticket for parking in the driveway without it....I think it's a $75 dollar ticket..."

    They looked at me like I was crazy for a minute, but I got one of the neighbors to play along too.

    Did any of them say, "Hey, that's pretty stupid that you need a permit to park in YOUR OWN DRIVEWAY?" No. Damn, I have work to do on these younguns, yet.

    I just made up some ridiculous crap, and they believed me. And it was pretty damn ridiculous, too, except maybe in New Jersey. 

    So they went in for dinner, and I acted like I affixed the damn "driveway" permit, and everything was cool to them, but I was steamed. Are they so conditioned from school and everything that they accept the notion of something so blatantly wrong as a "driveway permit???"

    These kids are the future. We have work to do. I was bummed about this until Emily did a report on John Locke....

    Sigh. Driveway permits, indeed.

-Weapon M