Yesterday, while driving through a road work zone, I noticed the vehicle ahead of me run over what looked like a pole laying across the lane we were travelling in.

As soon as this happened, a silverback in a high-visibility vest came running out from the shade at the side of the road, picked up the object that had been run over, and proceeded to stand in the middle of the lane yelling and screaming obscenities at the vehicle which had run over the item in question. Not wanting to have to clean junglebunny out of my car's grille, I (unfortunately) managed to hit the brakes just in time to avoid making it good. This also gave me a chance to see what it was that the jig in question had retrieved from the road: one of those signs with 'STOP' printed on one side and 'SLOW' on the other used to control traffic through work zones.

After the coon finished its tirade, it came around to my car and continued ranting and playing the dindu card - basically expecting me to side with it because it was too fucking stupid to not leave its sign in the middle of the road where vehicles could run over it. I happened to be driving a convertible at the time, and had the top down. This meant that the splib was leaning over my vehicle (and body) while spouting off, which was not going over well with me at all. While I am typically armed, this was not the day where I wanted to have to deal with the complications arising from shooting an impudent farm implement in public. In no uncertain terms, I loudly told it to back away from my car. It realized that I was pissed, and angrily sulked away, muttering under its breath as it did so.

None of this made me happy. I pulled over into an open space in the work zone and set about finding the crew chief. He turned out to be a very nice, no-bullshit human who apologized to me for the coon's behavior, and said, "come with me, I'm taking care of this right now," and motioned to one of his crew to come with us. We walked over to where the darkie was standing with the sign, and the crew chief fired him on the spot, replacing him with the crewman who had followed us.

Rastus chimped out. It was maybe only a category 2 or 2.5, but hearing him whine about how he always beez gettin' canned from jobs and it wasn't his fault his sign got run over was just precious - but even better was when the crew chief asked him how much of a dumbfuck he had to be to admit that he left his sign in the road and then went to go sit in the shade instead of doing his job. Sambo knew he'd just fucked himself over by admitting that he wasn't doing his job, let out a long, "sheeeeeeeit!", threw his hard hat on the ground, and stomped off.

I thanked the crew chief for handling the problem, made a comment to the effect of, "they can't even do the simplest of tasks properly," which got a chuckle and a knowing smile out of him, and headed off about my business, happy that I'd ruined a nog's day.