The Roadblock Faerie

"Thanks." is never the first word we mutter when we come up on a roadblock, but maybe it should be.  "Shit." is the hands-down winner for first utterance.  We wanted to go that way and we're instantly annoyed that we can't.  Now we're going to be late, or later... It takes a few seconds for the second layer of thought to rise up.  "Wonder what the problem is;  Bridge out?  Huge accident?  Sinkhole?  Something worse?  Friggin' road work, they're never done!"  Whatever it is we have to begrudgingly admit we're better off not going that way and finding out first hand.  


(What if the ridiculously prophesied  Zombie Apocalypse is actually happening up the road -and your chainsaw's in the shop?  The sign on the roadblock might say ROAD FLOODED, but what if it's flooded with the blood of the innocent?)


Luckily, the police or highway dept has our backs and that roadblock is there to not only warn us, but in case we're too foolish to heed that warning it's there to physically prevent us from going down an actual bad road.  Metaphorical bad roads on the other hand are always open and usually more inviting.  Who's going to have your back and block you from those, the roadblock faerie?

You could use your inheritance to pay off the mortgage,
but this baby can go 160mph and the salesman said Charlie
Sheen used to own it before his divorce!

I know it's finals week and you should be
studying, but I'm horny!  Wanna come in?

Ah, how different life would have been if there's been a winged watchman dropping striped sawhorses in front of every bad move I've ever made before I made them.  I'd have a much more rewarding career, a helluva lot more money, no plate in my ankle from skydiving, no 8" scar from biking without brakes, no flood house that still isn't all fixed eight months later, and no poison ivy bubbles creeping up my shins.  Of course Iife would've been a lot less interesting, and you can't put a price on adventure.  

Especially if it's bulging out of a tight t-shirt.

Some roadblocks are meant to be climbed over, or followed down a dimly lit dorm hallway.

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