I received a text from George about 3:30 yesterday that the bus had stopped because of a ruckus. Fifteen minutes later George calls me and tells me he pulled the emergency door open and got off the bus.
“Dad…. You have told me to always get yourself out of a bad situation.
So I got myself out a bad situation.”
You have to be careful when you tell a special needs kid something, they will take it seriously. I’ve learned that the hard way through the years.
He’s standing on the DesPlaines river bridge on 31st street just east of 1st Avenue. The bus is stopped just west of 1st Avenue in the shadows of the zoo.
I pull over in fast traffic with a tow truck hauling ass behind me.
“Hurry up and get the fuck in! Let’s go, Let’s go, Let’s go!”
I almost got rear ended by an O’Hare Towing Truck. He laid down on his horn and rightfully so. George was safe inside Betty the Green Blazer.
“Oh Shit George! There are police all over the fucking place!”
I pulled Betty behind the bus and waved to a police officer. George had North Riverside, Riverside, Brookfield and a Zoo Cop all on the scene.
Seems like George was getting bullied by four little shits sitting in the back of the bus….remember these kids go to a therapeutic school so this is the “Short Bus.”
George took more of my advice to heart.
“Just ignore assclowns!”
George sat behind the bus driver with his headphones on. I guess it all boiled over when something whacked George in the back of the head. The light was red at 1st Avenue and 31st street, so George jumped off the bus.
The police were very understanding and told me to take my son home. First he had to walk back and apologize to the bus driver.
When he got out of Betty I noticed why George was getting bullied. I put my hands over my face and murmured,
“Oh you gotta be shitting me!”
George was wearing his Furry tail that he bought at that fucking Furry Convention. Remember the story about the convention up at Rosemont that George dragged me to last year. Look up the Chalkboard from December 4th.
“Did you wear that tail to school all day?”
….and again George used my words against me.
“Dad you told me that it’s fine to express yourself. I was expressing myself today!”
Here I am driving home with a six foot, two inch fox or wolf sitting in my fucking passenger seat!
“School isn’t the place to express yourself. You can’t go around putting yourself under the spotlight. You’ve got to know when to be a furry and when not to be a fucking furry
…. School is a non furry zone!”
This is coming out of my mouth while I’m driving in my 25 year old hunter green relic of a truck. A truck with a Reagan/Bush80 sticker and a “I Love Hot Moms” sticker.
I wore my “DILF” shirt to work Tuesday and I’m yelling at my son about expressing himself?
Many of you are parents. We just want to protect our children. Some of you have special needs children. It’s a fucking challenge to protect them.
I told you how George listens to what I tell him. If I told George that he could pound the shit out of bullies. He would have kicked the living shit out of those four little bastards.
Just another adventure of a divorced dad trying to get through a Tuesday afternoon.
I got my Furry tailed son home and calmly explained how we will learn from this lesson. I gave him a hug and made tacos. Everything was fine in George’s world.
I reluctantly put the smile on the sun this morning, but it’s a new day and life has the next lesson to learn.
I still haven’t had a cheeseburger and margarita in the post Jimmy Buffet world. That’s on the agenda for this weekend.
Anyone have a suggestion!?!?
