Mean Postman

This week is my week for torture...um, I mean, crosswalk duty. I have to walk kids across the street between two white lines. Sounds pretty simple, don't you think? I have gotten accustomed to parents who can't read the "Do not park in the crosswalk" signs, and I have even gotten used to asking them not to park there anymore. (Oh, I still haven't gotten used to the ones who try to run over me or the kids when I am standing in the middle of the crosswalk.) Today, however, I encountered the Mean Postman.

I walked out to my post today, ready and willing to cross the children, when I discovered that a mail vehicle was parked directly in the crosswalk (I thought that postmen at least would have to know how to read). I crossed the children (there was about a foot of crosswalk space), and then I walked up to the school. The Mean Postman then came walking up the sidewalk to deliver mail to the school, so I went up to him and politely asked if that was his car and if he would please not park in the crosswalk anymore. Mean Postman then tells me that he has nowhere else to park and that we should provide a space for him if we don't want him walking in the crosswalk. All of this was said in a very mean way. I told him that I was pretty sure that it is illegal to park in a crosswalk anyway and that I have to cross kids there. He told me that it was illegal for people to park in front of a school before four and I wasn't running any of the parents off. He then walked inside. When he was coming back out he said something else about having nowhere else to park, and I told him, "I'm not trying to be rude; it is my job to cross kids there, and I have to ask anyone not to park there." He told me to call George Bush. :-) I called his supervisor instead. I wonder if that counts? The supervisor laughed when I said that he told me to call George Bush, and he also told me that he dates a teacher (why that was relevant, I do not know). Anyway, I just explained that I know that parents do not follow the laws, and we have called police to write tickets, but I expect a government employee to follow the law AND be professional. Ha My adventure for the day. It was kind of funny because all the people who heard the Mean Postman talking to me couldn't believe that he was being so hateful. And, of course, everyone knows how much I love confrontation.

That concludes my post. Can anyone tell that a certain person has a night class tonight leaving another certain person home alone????