Busy day. Busy busy day. I'm not complaining, I like busy, within reason, and today was certainly within reason.
Still, this afternoon had me rushing out to the crosswalk with stop sign and cheesy vest flailing. Once in position, I straightened myself up a bit and was immensely pleased to see this:
It's actually been a while since I've had any "backup". Could it be that they somehow felt my recent Illustration Friday tribute?
Granted, this wasn't a motorcycle cop, but it's still quite early in the season for those guys. Cruisers it is.
Early in the school year, there was much hype about a new "mobile traffic unit" that the local police were dispatching. It's a van equipped with radar gun and uber high definition camera equipment, all automatic. It's very slick. They just park it in certain speed zones, and if cars speed by, the drivers get very clear and unflattering photos of themselves along with speeding tickets and fines.
My crosswalk was graced with its presence early on. I felt like how a dog rescued from the pound must feel - suddenly special.
But, as sometimes happens with pound puppies, I was sent back.
It seems that the new, state-of-the-art, super-high-tech, mother-of-all-traffic-controlling-police-vans van was malfunctioning in my zone. See, there are these large intimidating power lines that follow the path upon which the crosswalk is situated. Apparently these power lines interfere with the state-of-the-art, super-high-techness of the van.
So, once again I was all alone. All alone under the power lines that are probably cooking my insides daily.
But let's just sweep that under the rug for now...
I'm no longer graced with RoboCop presence, so must hold out for occassional visits from the flesh and blood kind. I got one today, and he wrote lots of tickets. I swear, it's like fishing in a bucket.
What's next for the drawing board?