A few months ago a new crossing guard started working on the main street I drive down to get to work. The fact that there are never any children, EVER, when I slow to a crawl in this school zone has nothing to do with my feelings towards this guard.
Because I have no feelings towards the guard. I mean other than a vague sense of mammalian connectedness that prevents me from running over humans and animals. Nothing teary, just you know, just that we have fur, we shit, hakuna matata.
WEEK ONE:
Oooo, she's one of those über-friendly types. Big smile to every passing car. And a wave. Using the stop sign. Let me repeat that: She waves at passing motorists with her stop sign.
I so wanted to be there when that behavior came to a screeching halt.
WEEK TWO:
Waving with hand. Stop sign held in "off" position at her side.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
no. please. don't. stop.
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She waves at passing motorists with her stop sign.
The first thing that came to my mind when I imagined how that must've looked was "Awww...isn't that cute?"
She wasn't in the middle of the street while she was *cough* waving, was she? (It wouldn't surprise me, because The Stupid, It Burns.)
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