Second day back at school and the whole of London is brewing.
The kids are pissed off being back, the excitement of catching up with friends having quickly worn off. The staff, not many were excited in the first place - 6 weeks off and then.... how do I teach again? To top matters off, the tube staff are disgruntled about their pay, so have decided to strike through 3 London peack hours to prove a point. Doesn't affect me directly as I am a train hobbit, but my goodness... the catastrophe!
The cars are back up for miles, the escorted bike guides are outnumbered by novice cyclists trying to get to work and people are pushing each other out of the way to get on the train. Am I setting the scene appropriately? Needless to say, when I have to behaviour manage 40 out of a 50 minute lesson of year 8 drama, I found it fitting to join the rest of the city and be pissed off.
The school day ends and I am out that door at 10 past 3, so glad to see it pass behind me. As I walk up to cross the road, a truck pulls over on the curb and blocks my view of the oncoming traffic. Great! Thanks mate - now I am really mad! I try to edge my way forward, only having to jump back as a car zooms past. Shit, how am I going to negotiate this cranky, peak hour traffic?
To my astonishment, the truck driver jumps out and stands outside his car. He then walks into the middle of the road, in the path of oncoming traffic, slows the cars down and waves me across the road.
'You're a darling... thank you!' I shout whilst scurrying across the road.
He smiles and jumps back in his truck, waiting patiently for what I don't know.
How one person can change your day, without even knowing it.
Was thank you enough? Did he realise that it made me grin for the rest of the afternoon?
Just that one small gesture... can make such a difference.
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