CALM. THE. F*CK. DOWN. You're not a police officer, you're not doctor, you're not Mother Teresa. You are one step up from holding a "Will work for food" sign at the same intersection you currently work for two hours a day with a six hour break in between shifts.
I am all for a crossing guard stopping traffic for kids on their way to or from school; no doubt about that. There are far too many dick weeds behind the wheel to trust them to stop for kids. I am also totally fine with holding up traffic for parents with kids to and from school. I am still somewhat OK (not as much) with holding up traffic for buses leaving a school without students on them. Fine. Whatever.
You know what I am not OK with? The dumbass crossing guard jumping in to stop traffic for adults without kids. Calm down hero, I think an adult without children is capable of crossing the street all on their own. Ugh. That f*cking bright ass highlighter yellow jacket and gloves, practically jumping on my hood because some dude without kids is approaching the corner and is thinking about crossing the street.
Also, don't f*cking think you're a cop on a detail and start directing traffic when there is clearly no need to do so. How about you just finish you hour of f*cking work in the morning, head on down to the apartment in your mother's basement, take a nap, eat some Slim Jims, hop on some internet chat rooms, then head on back for hour two of work for the day. Don't forget your cape, you f*cking superhero.
-Big Ran
KC Jones Note: Is that a woman or a man in the picture Big Ran? I can't tell. Kind of looks like Milton from Office Space.
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