So this is from the summer I worked as a flagger for a construction crew. You know those people who get to hold the stop/slow sign on the road? That was me! Fun stuff.
When I was trained (yes you need training to hold the sign) I was specifically told to always wave the sign as the car approached to make sure they could see you. Pretty complex stuff I know, but I thought I could handle it.
The number of times I got yelled at by people was lovely:
-you need to wave the sign more
- I thought you waving the stop sign meant I could go
- you shouldn't wave the sign - that's confusing
-you should add a flashing light to the sign (I do not manufacture the signs myself)
-you should stand in the lane so we can see you (NEVER DO THIS PEOPLE WILL HIT YOU)
-why the fuck won't you let us go?
-why the fuck is this taking so long?
-one guy actually got out of his vehicle to yell at another girl on my crew who was flagging an intersection
Look, I understand its frustrating being stopped when you are trying to get somewhere, but there is machinery in your lane right now. I could let you go and battle it out with that dump truck, but you will lose (you will lose sooooooo bad). That's how the job works, not safe? Stop traffic. Safe? Good to go.
Anyways, on a particularly hot day in which I had encountered quite a few angry drivers, a guy on a motorcycle came down the road and pulled up next to me.
"You don't need to wave that sign."
I smiled, ready to listen to whatever criticism was coming and I asked:
"Cause I can spot a blond from a mile away."
And I laughed - so hard - pretty much for the rest of the day whenever I thought about it.
Stuff like that really brightens your day when you're standing in one spot for 12 hours.