finding our direction in life

finding our direction in life

fiction
Edward w Pritchard

the road crew/edit 1, repost

Mike was late for work and no one else on the road crew had remembered to put the detour signs out and drivers were getting all the way up to the end of the street before it became known to them that they couldn't go any further in this direction. About 100 feet before where the men on Mike's crew were working the driver's could see and hear the bulldozers and equipment and men in orange vests digging and talking and sometimes smoking cigarettes. The drivers of the cars couldn't go any further on this street because of the roadwork. It was a crowded neighborhood and there were houses on each side, three or four fine houses must be passed until it was the end of the road, where the actual repair work was being done.

Everyone after they noticed they couldn't go any farther on this road in their cars went to the last house on their left, and then pulled into the drive and backed up and turned around and went back to where they had come from. No one turned to the right to turnaround and noticing their faces as they drove the drivers didn't look mad about being inconvenienced. Once the drivers realized they couldn't go any further they just turned around and continued on their way. Everyone however, always went to the end of the road before they turned around in the last driveway on the left.

The fact that Mike had been late for work and hadn't put out the detour signs didn't seem to matter to any of the drivers.  Still, it would be more than polite if road crews would always be sure to put up detour signs when they are going to deny us access to where we want to go.

Most people are not really going anywhere anyway so most of the time one direction is just as good as any other to most of us, is probably what Mike and the guys on the road crew would say if pressed on the matter.