Well, it finally happened.
After eight months of aggravation, being stood up and lack of gratitude and grace -- and incredible patience on my part -- Carpool Girl stepped over the line.
We had set up a pretty doable protocol. Roo-girl calls between 8:15 and 8:35 a.m. to say we are on our way. The 20-minute window allows for days when she has to be at school early for pep squad practice or some other event. It also gives both of us leeway to run a smidge late in our morning ablutions. (I am trying to improve my vocabulary -- and yours! Take THAT, Kelley!)
If CPG does not answer the phone during that period of time, Roo leaves her a voicemail saying we have left without her. We do not pass her house, we do not collect $200.
Thursday, Roo makes the call and gets voicemail. Three times. The third time, she leaves the message.
Ten minutes later, as we pull onto the school property, the phone rings. It's CPG asking where we are.
"You didn't pick up," Roo informs her. "We are already at school."
Next day, her phone is OFF. Goes direct to voicemail. I have a moment of conscience (silly me), and we agree to drive by CPG's house and knock on the door.
No one answers.
Well, that's not strictly correct. CPG's sister eventually comes to the door -- and has NO CLUE where the girl is. She tells us to leave her.
I have a mild hissy in the car and tell Roo that we will not be taking CPG to school anymore. She has her own crisis of conscience (she does have to live with the girl at school, ya know), and we agree to do nothing and sleep on it over the weekend.
Apparently, though, Roo saw fit to read CPG the riot act at school on Friday, saying that I was mondo pissed-o (Kelley?) and that we probably won't take her to school anymore.
"Whatever," CPG told her in her usual graceless fashion. "I don't care."
Fast forward to this morning.
Roo-girl calls CPG and says we're on our way. CPG evidently snarks back. I don't hear what she says, but here is Roo-girl's half of the phone conversation:
"Yes, but look at it from OUR point of view ..."
"Jeez, you don't have to be such a brat about it ... Fine, then."
She then turns to me and announces, "We're not taking her to school anymore. I think she was walking."
I tried. I went out of my way. I gave her the benefit of the doubt. I tried to teach by example. I tried to pay it forward for the times that my children were offered transportational favors without any ability on my part to return them.
But the CPG apple apparently didn't fall all that far from the tree.
And it is done.
Coming this week: Interplanetary children gather for Mother's Day. High-larity ensues. Film at 11.