‘I totally biffed my first kindergarten car line drop off. Everything was going great, initially.’: Dad hilariously recounts running over traffic cone, ‘disaster’ of dad duties

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(From my husband, y’all. I AM DEAD!)

“So, I need some advice:

I totally biffed my first kindergarten car line drop off.

Everything was going great… initially.

I found the line; I executed a very precise and controlled curb pull-up.

I was sweet and charming with the designated kid picker upper teacher.

After the drop was complete, I was cool and collected with the pull-out.

And then… it. hit. the. fan.

THUMP.

I plowed over the ridiculously large orange traffic cone. The man driving in front of me as well as multiple safety patrollers began frantically yelling at me and waving me down.

I got out of the car, frazzled, stopping the whole drop off line, my bald head beet red with embarrassment.

I then proceeded to army crawl the entire length of the car trying to pry out the stupid cone (geez why didn’t I just back up?!)

When I emerged from underneath the truck with the cone, it looked like one of those end-of-the-world scenes where everyone steps out of their cars in traffic to watch the tsunami disaster ruin everything.

Except I was the disaster.

The cone looked like the crumpled Sorting Hat from Harry Potter.

I handed my shame over to the safety patroller without making eye contact, then returned to my truck.

I could literally hear everyone behind me shaking their heads.

And to make things worse, my mother-in-law was in the car.

How do I come back from this, folks?

I have the scarlet letter of carline doofus forever on my Dad record.

I guess my wife is going to have to do all of the drop offs from now on.

Oh. OH, and I just got to work where a colleague kindly pointed out that I have a black line of dirt from my forehead to neck from scraping the undercarriage of my car.

So, I guess what I’m saying is, don’t worry if your first day was a disaster, I lowered the bar.

Compared to me, you are doing great.

And I’m going to go into hiding now.”

Courtesy Mary Katherine Backstrom

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