Hazards of My Morning Commute

Oh crossing guards, I respect your job; I just wish you didn’t do it in front of me.


Oh road workers, when will you return to patch up the “repairs” you started months ago?

Oh children, didn’t you see the crossing guard up there- there to keep you from jaywalking around my metal machine of death?

Oh puppies-get out of the road, you stupid puppies! Do you have some sort of death wish?