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September 30, 2005
I like to tell people that I don’t have enemies. But that’s not exactly true. I do have an enemy, one who is so perfectly awful that I’ve launched a campaign to ruin her name among the members of my immediate family.
She is known to most as The School Crossing Guard. But I’ll just call her CG Beeyotch for short.
The enmity between us dates back nearly five years, when I began making the mind-numbingly dull trek between home and school to drop off or pick up my then-soon-to-be-stepdaughters.
Each and every day, hot or cold, rain or shine, CG Beeyotch was there standing guard like a favorite grandma, with a friendly wave and a smile for everyone. Everyone except me. Feeling all soon-to-be-stepmotherly, I’d give her a huge fake grin and a hearty wave– only to be met with a grimace.
“She just doesn’t know me,” I thought. As the weeks passed, my grins became even wider and more pronounced, my waves more frantic. And still she continued to give me the cold crossing guard shoulder. The car before me got a wave. The car after me got a wave. The passing dog walker got a wave. The jet flying overhead got a wave. Worst of all, if my stepdaughters were in the car, they got a wave. But on my own, I got the grimace and and an averted glance.
So of course, being the generous and forgiving person that I am, I started to hate her.
“That crossing guard is evil,” I announced to the girls a few weeks into the school year.
“I think she’s nice,” 14 (then 10) said.
“Yeah,” 13 ( then 8 ) chimed in. “She’s been the crossing guard since I was in, like, first grade.”
“Oh, she seems nice all right,” I said. “But she’s really evil. She’s just trying to trick you because you’re kids.”
“You’re just mad because she won’t wave at you,” 13-then-8 said, never one to mince words.
“I am not! I couldn’t care less about that! But you can tell that she’s probably a child molester.” I was grasping at straws here, but these girls could be hard to convince sometimes. All I got, though, was a pained look from 14-then-10, a look that’s always incredibly irksome when it comes from a kid.
My accusations have continued through the years.
“You know Elizabeth Harper down the street?” I asked 12-then-10 one day.
“Yeah.”
“She told me that the reason the crossing guard was gone last week was because she’s in jail for putting razor blades in apples last Halloween.”
“Yeah, right.” 12-then-10 said mildly.
For a while, I thought I at least had my husband on my side. But then I made the mistake of riding with him one day to pick up the girls. He got a wave.
“Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t– AAAAACCCCKKK!” I shouted as he gave an overly-friendly wave in return. “Traitor!!!!”
“You’re just mad because she won’t wave at you,” he retorted. “I think she’s nice. She’s been the girls’ crossing guard since-”
“Oh blah, blah, blah,” I harumphed. “She’s got you all fooled! She doesn’t care about you! She’s just trying to get back at ME!”
“You need help,” he replied.
Fortunately, this year I finally found a shortcut that allows me to make my way to and from school crossing guard-free. But occasionally I forget to make the turn and find myself face to face with CG Beeyotch once again. Like the elephant she resembles, she never forgets… to wave at everyone.
But.
Me.
“I see the crossing guard got a haircut,” I said conversationally to 12 as we made our way home recently. “Now she looks more like a man than ever.”
“She does not,” 12 laughed.
“She does,” I insisted. “And… well, no I shouldn’t tell you that.”
“What?” 12 asked skeptically.
“Well…” I hesitated dramatically, then said, “I guess you’re old enough. The real reason I don’t like her is that last year when I was coming to pick you up one day, I was early and she had just gotten here and forgotten to button up her jacket. And she had a t-shirt on and it said…”
“It said what?”
“It said, ‘I love Satan.'”
“No it didn’t.”
“Yes it did,” I insisted. “I’m just not sure I want someone who loves Satan to be helping you guys cross the street.”
“You just don’t like her because she won’t wave at you.”
“Uh-uh. I don’t like her because she loves Satan.”
“No she doesn’t.”
“Yes she does…”
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>wow… you still have crossing gaurds? nice. I guess Gov. Action Figure here doesn’t think they are important anymore…
>you know what, my crossing guard doesn’t wave at me either, what’s that all about. maybe i should bake him some cookies;)
>Hahahaha! You are sick woman, my friend. I am PMP!
>Well I don’t know, better… Is he cute?Angie, you’re a Project Management Professional? Funny, I would never have pegged you as one…
>Too funny. The school crossing guard last year was a “special” man and I truly believe that directing the kids across the street was the highlight of his day. He even “directed” traffic. We don’t have a crossing guard this year. I guess junior high kids are too grown up for a crossing guard.
>The crossing guard “church lady.” Or are you two young to remember the “church lady” from SNL?
>Whenever someone singles me out to dislike I always think that I must look like the woman who ran off with her husband. Maybe that’s what is going on with your CG biotch!
>No, Raehan, I am not too young to remember Church Lady. What, do I look like I’m 21 or something?! Ha.Actually, I just saw Church Lady a few months ago. Dana Carvey was in town and we took the girls to see him. He was freakin’ hilarious.Hey, did you site track me here? Because I was just at your site. Sometimes I do that to other people and comment just to freak them out.
>Michele sent me here, Lucinda but I only came because the rules made me. After all, the crossing guard waves at me and we all know who really has the “I Love Satan” T-shirt. Shame on you, Lucinda! 😉
>Wow, that’s some funny shizzle! Next you need to tell them that she eats babies. Maybe that will convince them. I always hated the CG’s in our town…very curmudgeonly little farts. Always on a power trip about traffic and got mad at me no matter what I did.
>>Hey, did you site track me here? Because I was just at your site. Sometimes I do that to other people and comment just to freak them out. Hmmm, that sounds familiar! I think you just visited and freaked me out.Best regards from the dirty big crack.
>Oh yeah. Commenting on a lurker’s site is pretty funny. You’re right. I did do that to freak you out. In a good way, of course.Although lurker sounds negative to me. I prefer “visitor who chooses not to comment.” Anyway, thanks for coming out of the commenting closet.Also, I couldn’t resist your Google references… 🙂
>Love the HR Puff memory…almost forgot that one.Crossing Guard drama….yikes!
>Hmmmm. We don’t have crossing guards, either. Perhaps I should be thankful!
>Did the CG know the girls mom? Maybe that’s why she doesn’t wave…
>If anything, she would hate the girls’ mom even more. When the girls were living with her, they were tardy I believe 40 times during the school year- and even then, we took them to school two days a week. So she should be even nicer to me, because I get them to school on time! I’m one of those people who is never late to anything.
>Lucinda, I think I probably did site track you there. But seriously, my memory is so damn shot because I stay up late blogging. Like now. It’s 11:17 and I’m here again. But not by site meter this time. : )
>I think that crossing guards must go to a school with bus drivers to become absolute pricks.
>yours is a beautiful mind!! lol.