My kids have grown past the school bus stage. But I have numerous
unfond memories of meeting the bus.
My son had several contra-temps with the drivers. Once, the driver drove the bus, in winter, down Upper Lorne, a very narrow dead end with cars parked on both sides. She had to get someone from the bus company to come and direct the long backing out. Next day, someone’s son, who shall remain nameless, supplied the driver with a map showing all the dead ends in the neighborhood. He ended up in the office, and shortly after that gave up tormenting the drivers, instead he walked to school. It turned out to be faster.
I saw this message on the bus parked up the street: