Lollipop Person Irritation

I took a slightly different route in to work this morning because I needed to go to the supermarket first.

As I was driving through the town centre, I needed to stop at a red traffic light at a pedestrian crossing.  As the light turned red, out steps a Lollipop Person in their massive fluorescent coat.  They get to the middle of crossing where they stop, holding out their lollipop as a bloke continues his passage across the road.

The Lollipop Person makes their way back to the pavement as the lights turn green and off I go, over a bridge to a where I’m stopped again, this time at a zebra crossing.  Ambling across the road and congregating in packs at either side are loads of school children, mainly flowing from the residential south side of town, opposite to the direction in which I was moving.

However, there is no Lollipop Person in sight.

Now this bugged me.  I’ve always had a feeling that another Lollipop Person at another crossing on my regular way to work waited for me and jumped out in front of me on purpose, but at least I knew that they were performing a function in aiding children who who needed the assistance across the road in a safe manner.

But what was this morning’s getting paid for? To push a button to make the lights change? To inform someone who should have known for decades that they could cross on the green man and that traffic needed to stop for a red light? All this while kids had to have faith in the discretion of traffic to stop for them at a zebra crossing?

I don’t envy the job – I think it will be pretty miserable on a horrible winter morning.  Surely, though, it should be there to do what it’s supposed to do rather than just be?

Boys workin’ on empty
Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?
I just think about my baby
I’m so full of love I could barely eat
There’s nothing sweeter than my baby
I’d never want once from the cherry tree
Cause my baby’s sweet as can be
She’d give me toothaches just from kissin’ me

When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her

Boys, when my baby found me
I was three days on a drunken sin
I woke with her walls around me
Nothin’ in her room but an empty crib
And I was burnin’ up a fever
I didn’t care much how long I lived
But I swear I thought I dreamed her
She never asked me once about the wrong I did

When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her

When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her

My babe would never fret none
About what my hands and my body done
If the Lord don’t forgive me
I’d still have my baby and my babe would have me
When I was kissin’ on my baby
And she put her love down soft and sweet
In the low lamp light I was free
Heaven and hell were words to me

When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her

When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her

Work Song by Hozier

 

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