I want ya ta know, right up front, that I do not hate my job.  It’s just certain things about my job that I truly do not care for.  We’re not supposed to name names.  But just let me say… Well, I love the little ones.  Angels.  Every last one of them.  Living angels.  And the older ones aren’t that bad, really.  But you’d think if they hated riding the school bus so much, well, they’d just drive themselves.  And if they can’t, well, you’d hope their folks would raise them to be gracious for what they got.  And most of them are.  These are good kids.  That’s the kind of community we live in.  It’s just that Laura Jean – now that’s all the name I’m going to give and you probably don’t know her anyway – well, she does things just to be hateful.  She parks in my spot every day.  It’s not that we officially have spots, but everybody does.  It’s just like where your daddy sat at the dinner table.  Now I bet he never said which spot was his, but I guarantee that you knew better than to sit there.  If you wanted to sit at all.  What it is, is… well, I believe she’s jealous.  And hateful.  Just because I have an air brakes certification on my CDL.  Well, it means I can drive the big bus.  The bus they always take for away games.  That’s a lot of extra driving.  I can’t help it if it goes to me because I’ve got the certification.  It’s not that hard to get.  It’s just a stupid little test that any idiot could pass.  But I guess that’s not Laura Jean.  So, instead of bettering herself, which is what we as Christians should constantly be doing, she tries to bring me down.  I’m not even going to repeat what I heard her say just this morning.  I’ll just come right out and say it:  I hate Laura Jean Bumgardner.  Now I know that isn’t a Christian thing to be saying, but the Lord will forgive me.  He has to.  It’s right there in the bible.  And that’s as binding as a contract.  Like not having to drive on Christmas.