They have been doing some road work on the highway in front of our subdivision. Every day for the last 2 weeks when I pull up to get out on the road, there is a flagman at the entrance of our road. Today I pull up and wait patiently. Usually I'm fumbling in my purse or checking my phone but today I'm just sitting there waiting for the guy to flip the sign.
It dawns on me suddenly that the flagman is actually a pretty cute guy. He's a little stocky but not overweight. Nice, dark eyes, close-shaven hair under the hard hat. I notice something else too. He's tapping the sign on the ground, kind of twirling it around, pushing and pulling the sign toward himself.
I play it casual and try not to let on that I'm aware of the show he's putting on for me. I pretend to cough, check my reflection in the visor mirror. At last we're given the go-ahead and as I pass I give him a big grin and laugh. He grins right back.
I so wish I had the courage to tell him that "I enjoyed watching you play with your big stick."