The Lust for Bar Stools

If you on the Stop/Go Lollypop, the first half hour is a doddle.
After an hour the feet start protesting mildly.
After 2 hours you realise with horror, you have only been there 2 hours.

From now on you would kill for a bar stool.

By Noon you have an over powering urge to get horizontal
An ant, crawling across the road can become huge entertainment.

By the end of the day you are homicidal.

Anyone now passing by and saying "That looks like a good job" is at real risk

In my opinion, it is the worst job on the road.

It Sucks ...