Next Time Use Jazz Hands

A tractor-trailer broke down on the road. I was already driving the road on patrol, so I called a heavy-duty wrecker to get there. Since it was blocking traffic and was such a huge vehicle, I decided to direct traffic around it to avoid a cluster-f*** while waiting.

A few days later, at the station, my super tells me:

Supervisor: “Someone filed a formal complaint against you.”

Me: “Me?! What did I do?”

Supervisor: *Trying not to smile.* “You were… uh… directing traffic too aggressively.”

Then I remembered this driver from that day. I had to wave my arms up and down at her a bit dramatically to get her attention from the far end of the tractor because she was screwing around on her phone instead of watching me. 

My lucky super had to watch the nearly two-hour video of me directing traffic to make sure I didn’t violate any policies, all because a woman felt embarrassed that I called her out.