This, of course, meant that all the sailboats were hiding around the corner and wanting an opening one by one, 5 minutes apart. The shift was nearing its end, and I was anxious to go home and take a bath. I don’t care how much of a hurry you’re in, it’s not worth your very existence, and it certainly isn’t worth my job. And it’s definitely a great way to put a bridgetender in a foul mood. Many were willfully going under gates just as I was about to raise the bridge. People had been risking their lives all day, completely ignoring warning gongs and flashing lights. Some days seem like Stupid Pedestrian Day, and I never get the memo soon enough to call in sick. It had been a long shift on the drawbridge.
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