When Fluorescent Meets Delusion
Every morning, like clockwork, she emerges – glowing brighter than the sun itself.
A fluorescent vest, a sense of purpose, and apparently, a self-issued license to interrupt highly educated owners mid-sentence.
She’s not a director (as far as anyone can tell). She’s not even on payroll.
But she is a self-appointed guardian of… what exactly?
Crosswalks? Order? The fragile egos of a failing board?
A particularly well-educated attendee lost her composure and used language not typically heard outside Parliament during scandal season.
The vest had that effect on people.
🚦 The Crosswalk Queen
You’ve seen her type before: one reflective stripe away from a power trip.
Somewhere between traffic management and divine right, she decided that her day job extends to our meetings.
Why simply guide schoolchildren when you can guide democracy, too?
🧠Stopping Traffic – and Logic
As educated owners tried to speak – engineers, accountants, professionals – She raised her fluorescent hand, as if conducting an orchestra of silence.
Because nothing says “public discourse” like being told to stop talking by someone who thinks “fiduciary duty” is a yoga pose.
🎠Final Thought
Perhaps we should all get vests.
Not for safety – but for authority.
Because clearly, in Blenvale, fluorescent fabric now outranks education, logic, and common sense.
Disclaimer: This post is satire and opinion. Read full disclaimer.
