It was indeed unusual to meet a road-worker with such commitment to his job. Fortunately I was not in a hurry at the time...
He stood to stiff and starched attention
slap in the center of the road -
gripping his red STOP sign like a spear.
I halted obediently as he barked into his walkie talkie
with the all bluff and bluster of a sergeant major.
His striped yellow vest blazed in the setting sun.
His boots spat dust as he paced back and forth
peering suspiciously down the road behind him -
like Maxwell Smart on a mission.
An ambulance pulled up at the adjacent intersection.
He waved it in front of the rest of us
with the supercilious pomp of a Jeeves.
For many minutes nothing happened,
then suddenly he nodded (to no one in particular)
and reversed his sign to SLOW.
I smiled and waved politely
as I touched the accelerator.
He ignored my salute.
i read this again with enthusiasm knowing you as an observant person and very keen on what's going on in everyday life and happenings... I really love how you penned this..I will never forget this.