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This morning there was a truck blocking a street that was already narrow and only two lanes *before* the snow, so the bus driver had to make him move it. While we were waiting, with a line of traffic behind the truck, some Masshole in the ubiquitous SUV decided to cut around the traffic, going the wrong way up the street---and nearly ran into the bus. And then HONKED at the bus!

The bus driver advanced nearly atop him and honked at *him* with her *much* louder horn, forcing the idiot to back up pretty much the entire way up the street. Heh. Too bad she couldn't've simply driven over him.

I would have said big shoes, but Tigerlily's feet are much smaller than my big flat leg-enders.

Every so often someone comes to the Academy and says "Where's Tigerlily?" in dismay at seeing me at the front desk. This doesn't happen every day, but happens frequently enough that I've already lost count. Today it was two alumnae of the school, and their reaction on hearing that Tigerlily still works here, just in a different capacity (I usually describe it as a promotion) was typical, if more exuberant than usual: they jumped up and down and cheered. *grin*

It's nice to see that people sensibly appreciate Tigerlily, and daunting to see what shoes I have to fill. *grin*