Love people in carline?

As I sat in the carline from hell yesterday (don’t judge me — if you have EVER in your life lived through the first-week-of-school-carline-madness, you know this is the only appropriate adjective), I composed a blog in my head. I was 25 cars back from the turn that takes you into the parking lot. As I glanced across the field, I noticed my number one pet peeve of carline. Continue reading “Love people in carline?”