We went to the Grease Arena Spectacular last night and it was, indeed, spectacular. But I must say that I was very amused by the guys directing traffic towards the parking areas.
I had to park a few kilometres away at Belmont Park and get shuttled back to the Burswood Dome on a bus. All the way along the road there were guys in hello raincoats with big red torches. Even though there was a column of cars in front of us and there was very obviously only one direction we could go, each of these guys was putting in 110% effort in waving their hands and torches wildly and pointing us in the way we should go. The way they were flapping their arms I was wondering if any of them was about to take off. I’m sure they all went home exhausted.
I did spot one guy conserving his energy. He stood on a corner pointing his cone shaped red torch like an arrow around the corner where we needed to go. No waving, no effort, just a very clear indication of where we needed to go. If I ever need to control traffic I think I’ll use him as my example.
Posted by Rodney Olsen
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Heh, I always get a kick out of those guys. Are they really that concerned that someone might accidently veer out of line?
“Traffic Control” is a contradiction in terms, unless you’re cycling through gridlock! 🙂
One time several years ago, there was an accident on Route 1 in Camden, Maine, USA. A car had hit a utility pole. There was a cop car blocking the right lane, and a cop standing in front of it. As I approached, he signalled with his cone-sabre with an arc parallel to the ground. He started in front of him and turned to his right (my left). The cone’s tip was pointing behind him when he was done. I interpreted this as meaning to get into the left lane and continue on.
Nope. He wanted me to turn left. Idiot.
Peace,
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