Originally Posted by
TransWorld
When I was in 5th and 6th grade, we were school crossing guards on a busy, narrow, hilly two lane collector road. The only thing that protected us was an orange diagonal strap across our chest and around our waist. We stopped traffic regularly and safely. No adults were around. Never had an accident. That was in the 1960s.
My voluntary tour of duty was about 25 days during those two years.
Karen wasn't doing 45 in a 25 in a SUV, while drinking a grande triple frapp with one hand, applying makeup with the other, and steering with her knee.
Not one but two kids just got creamed at the crosswalk at my kid's school. On Monday of this week.
Actually my kid did crosswalk guard in middle school, but they use stop signs on long poles so they didn't have to use their bodies to try to get karen to slow down.