Honor students Schmonor students

I was on my way to work and I was occasionally breaking my concentration from my radio/cellphone/book to look out my windshield to see where I was driving my car. I look up for a second and what do I see? Only one of the sweetest flippin’ rides ever to roll. It was the kickin’assest ride on the road at that time and was basically blowing the doors off of any car that had the gall to get driven past. While I gawked in amazement at the sweetness, something caught my eye. I looked down at the bumper of this golden chariot of firery awesomeness, only to see this:

Proud Parent of a So-and-So High School Honor Student!

The sticker was as cool as a lazy eye on a hot chick. It lowered the sweetness factor by at least 73%. So, I get to thinking. No way did this guy WANT to put this sticker on his bumper. The kid probably cheated off the asians papers enough to land a B+, and asked him to stick it on there. What was he going to say? No? Pssh. He’d never hear the end of it.

So, then I’m thinking, what happens if I happen to have a kid and he turns out smart enough to land on the honor roll? No doubt they’ll give him one of these stickers and NO DOUBT he’ll ask me to slap it on my ride!

I suppose I could sabotage his education so that he falls short of excellence, but that may land me in hot water with the watchdog groups. It’s best to play it safe and simple. Down with kids.