This morning, Mrs. J is headed to Houston, so it was my duty to protect the innocent and weild the Stop sign at the crosswalk. Now usually, I'm the referee for the running of the bulls known as hall duty, so I get to be showered with "good mornings" and hugs. It's the best way to start my day. It's not even my official duty, but I can't start the day without a hug from a second grader and a hilarious tale from one of the many kindergarteners that cross my path.
But crosswalk duty is a whole different ballgame. It's a study in society. The parents come and go, some acknowledge me, some don't. Today's favorite example was our one single dad that is the parent of two boys. He looks exactly like Nana Puddin's Dennis Lee, but that's neither here nor there. He goes across the crosswalk and tells his little wild one "wave hi to Ms. Stop Sign Lady" (how'd he know my superhero name?) and begins to walk across the street. Well, Ms. Cute Blonde Soccer Mom (of which we have a bazillion) sees him as she's coming across the other way. They exchange minor pleasantries, in the middle of the crosswalk, holding up traffic, and then go their separate ways...but here's the kicker. He turns back around to check her out! Now, I'm not talking glance-over-your-shoulder-and-catch-a-parting-glimpse. No no...he full on turns around and stares at her butt. I felt this urge to run up and smack him for her...and then go take a shower. But I couldn't, because I was laughing too hard. Grown men have a huge potential for ridiculous behavior.
And thus ends today's crosswalk story.
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