(hmm, perhaps he didn't understand me)
"Saludos, ciudadano! ¿Necesita ayuda para cruzar la calle?"
"Okay, Mom, whatever."
Well, nice for Wolfgang to stop by, anyways.
My new office:
It was a rather busy week, this last one. Kids went back to school. I finished that GRE class I was teaching over the break, graduated from crossing guard school, and literally hit the road.
It's actually quite fun - this crossing guard thing. I've learned that drivers are typically very friendly to an elementary school crossing guard - certainly moreso than they generally are to a bicycle commuter.
Okay, so Wolfgang didn't feel like using my services. He just stopped by on his way home to tell me he needed a ride somewhere later. But the elementary kids are cute and appreciative. Many recognize me, probably from Run with Lumber fame and more probably from "you know, Meego's mom".
"Are you the crossing guard today?", one asked excitedly.
"Will you be here tomorrow too!?", with expectation.
"Nope. Tomorrow's Saturday".
.... well, I know what he meant.