After all the craziness of yesterday, this morning I got to my first stop on time. As the 9 kids are crossing the road and began loading the bus, a guy in a car decides he is done stopping at my stop arm and he is going to turn into the cul-de-sac once enough kids move out of the way. I honked at him. He motioned he was just going to turn and started to move again. I blew my horn again and motioned for him to stop. He was not so happy with me. And really that's alright by me! He has no idea how many kids I have at that stop or what direction they come from. On grey days like today, and even more so when it is winter and completely dark, or raining, a late kid can dart down the street and pop out of nowhere.
It's called a stop sign, not a pause-as-long-as-you-feel-like-it sign.
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