The mission was simple...... drop off my kid and wish him luck. The reality? An intergalactic battleground of minivan pilots who think a turn signal is an optional DLC. I’ve seen Klingons with better parking manners.
One parent double-parked like they were claiming land for the Empire, while another cut off three shuttles just to get two spots closer to the entrance. And don’t even get me started on the warp-speed lane change from the mom in the yoga pants shuttle, pretty sure she hit light speed before the crossing guard even blinked.
The kids? Excited, nervous, adorable. The parents? Acting like they’re dropping their kid off for cryosleep instead of six hours of math and cafeteria pizza.
Mission accomplished, but the assholery was strong today. I’ll need warp core repairs… or at least a coffee.
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