When I started back to work half days after being off for surgery, I had radiation treatments at 2:15 p.m. in the afternoon. I got home at 1:40 p.m., pet Abby who always greeted me at the front door doing a happy dance and wagging her tail like a windmill (how could I not pet her?), pet the cats as they came got up from napping to greet me and had a quick lunch. By 2:05 p.m. I’d be on my way.
I always would see the high school students walking home from Parma High School. They came in droves! Of course, I was in kind of a hurry and already had to slow way down going through the school zone. (Why can’t schools be on the 25 mph streets instead of the 35 mph ones?) Anyway, that’s really not my complaint.
What bugged me was that after waiting at the traffic light to pull out onto the main street, I not only had to wait for the light to change but also for the students who often kept coming even though the light had changed to green. They didn’t even look at the light! They just kept on walking across the street like it wasn’t even there. There were bunches all grouped together sauntering along like they were in a parade. They certainly were not in any rush like I was. Eventually, there would be a break because some student did see the light and stopped so the cars could go. Yeah for whoever you are!
The drivers were at the mercy of these students. What could we do? Honk at them? Yeah, that would be real helpful—NOT! It would probably just make them walk even slower. Certainly we can’t go and run into them—that would be too drastic not to mention against the law even though it was a green light. So, I just sucked it up and went on my merry way. I was only late once or twice, but it was annoying.
Here’s your chance to register a complaint in the comments. What annoys you?
I don’t like to complain and really try not to but one of the prompts this week in Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop is to write about your latest complaint. Share what annoys you or write your own post and link up to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.
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