For months when I leave work, I see a young lady standing in the reception area of a technical high school waiting to be picked up. She always stands in the same place and it is easy to see her.
The school day ends early. By the time I leave, I know this poor girl has been waiting to be picked up for several hours. It really bugs me seeing her standing there alone in a now empty building. Her posture communicates to me fear and sadness. I can only imagine the tension the young lady must feel waiting for hours in an empty building. With the heat off, the building cools. Imagine the creaks, the groans she hears the building make, and what horrors must run through her mind as she waits alone. Standing there she is at the mercy of anyone who comes into the building. As you might guess, night after night my feelings of pity for the young lady spring up and as a result my irritation toward her parents enlarges with each passing day.
Last week, Tuesday, I left work later than usual. There she was still waiting to be picked up. Now I am angry. Who are these parent? Thoughts flashed through my mind of what I needed to do to correct this injustice. My first thought was, I am going to hang out and when that parent shows up, I will let Grayquill do his Jujitsu barn dance. The main problem with that is, Grayquill doesn’t know Jujitsu. Rational thought prevailed and the next morning my first phone call was to the vice principal. As I explained the reason for my call, I was encouraged to hear her shocked disdain for the plight of the young lady. The principal patiently listened to my passionate venting and assured me she would get to the bottom of this! She quizzed me with several questions and then she asked me, “Grayquill, where exactly does this young lady stand.”
“She is always in the same place, right on the right hand side in the entry way.”
There was a long pause, “Grayquill, that is a manikin.”
“Uhhh…what? Huh?” confusion….Grayquill could hear a large volume of laughter coming back through the telephone. I hung up. My foolishness scored my pride but then I began to laugh. You gotta admit that’s funny.
That night when I headed home I nodded to my favorite manikin knowing she was well protected under Grayquill’s watchful eye.
You have made my evening! Thank you! Hope everything else is going well!
You got me. I was just about ready to give you some unasked-for advice about that poor girl when I got to the part about the manikin. Now, I'm going to have to find a place to vent all that outrage. lol
You are having moments aren't you! I for one am proud of you for actually trying to address the situation... There are too many these days who wouldn't have. Good going!
That brought tears to my eyes,originally from outrage, then from laughing. What a neat story and I am impressed you let us in on your almost shining moment.
Bless you for wanting to help. And bless you for sharing your humiliation for our enjoyment.
This story reminds me of the many days I drove past a pond on my way to work, always enjoying the ducks on the pond. Then winter came and the pond froze. One duck remained on the frozen pond, apparently frozen in place. I fretted over that duck all winter. Then spring came and the ice thawed, and the duck remained afloat in the same corner of the pond, still motionless. It was a decoy.
ROFLMAO.......with tears from laughing so hard......
That really made me laugh! :D And it had me too; never guessed it could be a mannequin. But I must appreciate your concern. Not many people take the trouble to sort things out for others. Lucky mannequin, I must say! :)
You're a hoot. Too funny.
Oh my. I can relate. Still maybe an optometrist might be able to help....;)
You're kidding right?
You knew it was a manikin all along, you were just taking us for a ride. Right?
This is just awesome. You write so well!
Oh, poor you, but I am proud of you all the same - you did step up to the plate, misguidedly perhaps, and um, well it IS funny, yes - but I'm still glad to know we have good folk like you, someone who cares to look out for those who might (or even might not) need it!
:D. Please don't change. I love short entertaining reads like this one. Made my day.
That made me laugh!
Thanks for your kind comment on my blog :)
Your heart's in the right place, GQ.
But maybe your glasses need a little work....
Ok, just tell me your OK, and I can quit worrying!
Did'nt you notice that "she" did not move?
But on the other hand it was good of you to be concerned, I mean many will be concerned, but no one would go that extra mile to call up the principal.
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