School had not yet let out; the cars were lined in anticipation of the bell. A crossing guard stood at the corner of a busy street. His stop sign leaned against a post. His fellow guard sat across from him in a folding chair, arms crossed and head down.
As a car passed the standing guard, he turned with a wide smile and waved. The driver smiled and waved back.
Another car turned the corner. He smiled and waved. The driver smiled and waved back.
Another car. Another smile and wave. Another friendly reply.
He missed no one, and each driver responded in like.
My red light changed to green.
I was already smiling when he turned to me.