The Worst Car Line Experience Ever

The last month of school is the hardest. I start off each school year with a plan. We all wake up on time, pack nutritious lunches, eat breakfast at the table, and put on the outfits that we assembled the night before. As the year progresses, it becomes harder and harder to wake up on time. The kids pack their own lunches.  Breakfast is eaten in the car. We arrive late to school, and I must endure the parental walk of shame.
Still, we continue to make an effort to finish the year with a little bit of dignity. I even volunteered to chaperone my daughter's kindergarten field trip to Sea Life one year. We spent the whole day exploring, looking at exhibits, petting sea creatures, admiring the octopus. It was a fun but exhausting trip. We returned to school with an hour to spare, and I took full advantage. I parked my van early in the school's car line for afternoon pickup. I rolled down my windows, reclined my seat, took off my bra Flash Dance style, unbuttoned my jeans, and rested my eyes. It had been a very long day!
I didn't mean to fall all the way asleep but I did in a matter of seconds. I was startled out of my deep slumber by the sound of my van door opening. Before I could comprehend what was happening, I saw something fall out of the door as the teacher was opening it. Was it trash? I wish. I watched the teacher bend over to retrieve what fell out of my van. I was mortified when I saw what it was. It was my discarded, extra large, sweaty bra! The teacher picked it up with two fingers and handed it to me!
All I could do was manage a sheepish "Thank you," as I mentally begged for this school year to end.

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