Too Cool for School but Not for Signs

Yes, I stood on a street corner and waved at people driving by like I was on the Homecoming Court. I held the world’s most poorly made sign which the wind grabbed out of my hands, making me run into the highway to retrieve it. It was all because I was wearing gloves made out of buffalo fur.

I have the most remarkable life.

One older man slowed down, rolled down his window, and said either “This is really dumb,” or “You are really dumb.” I grinned at him and told him to have a wonderful day. I was just smiling and yelling nice things at folks all the while.

It was a blast.

There were about ten of us, organized by a woman who has run for office and lost twice but has the most remarkable zest and positivity. Her car, parked behind us in a restaurant parking lot, held dozens of very well-made signs (especially compared to mine) and a pile of American flags. And she had a sound system to play bouncy music. I tried to get people going on the Electric Slide, but we were strung too far apart on the street.

People beeped and waved and gave us thumbs up. Three different county bus drivers pushed on their big horns and waved going by. One guy gave me the finger, but he was across the street and speeding so it was a fleeting insult at best.

If two people vote who otherwise wouldn’t have, it was worth it. Heck, if nobody votes because of our signs it was worth it. I’m beating back hopelessness and depression with a stick here. At least going out on the “Sign Line” made me put down my stick long enough to wave at old guys and bounce around like I was on American Bandstand.

It was cool. I was cool. Never mind that, I am cool.