When the lettering is put on it will read, "Upper Crust Kindergarten and Capitalist Oppressor Day School"
BTW, back in college, I helped ends meet by driving a school bus 3 days a week. I had driven an M-113 in Vietnam, so they apparently thought I had adequate experience. The kids tried to imitate my Yorkshire accent, with little success. They somehow took it for Irish and soon started calling me "Leprechaun," even though I am 6' tall and hail from Carlisle, England.
One day, I was tooling along 50th street in Lubbock, fortunately in an empty bus, when a young lady in a Ford Pinto took it in her mind to change lanes, right into the side of my bus.
The car bounced off with a rending crash, spun, and jumped the curb. It ended up facing the opposite direction in a supermarket parking lot. I stopped and called my dispatcher, then got out and went to the battered Pinto.
The first words out of the driver's mouth were, "I never saw you!" Her tone suggested that this was somehow my fault.
It took me a few seconds to respond, but I finally said, "OK, lady, the thing's 46 foot long and ten foot high, and it's painted BRIGHT YELLOW. I don't know what else we could do. Hang strobe lights on it, maybe? Different colors, ya' know, maybe red and green and orange, flashing like the lightshow at a rock concert, the better to get the attention of witless ones such as yourself."
She looked at me as though I had just landed from Mars, and said nothing more. She got the ticket, naturally.