The Ranty Highwayman)
Bob Cratchit was working late in the office again; the people in the other teams had gone to the pub for a pre-Christmas drink. The junction design he was working on was an impossible task because he couldn’t maintain traffic flow and provide a single crossing stage for people who wanted to walk.
It was always the same, staggered crossings, multiple crossings and missing out green men completely because of the requirements of Cllr Scrooge who simply wanted to keep all the capacity for motor traffic. “Stop messing about with pedestrian stages and get that road widened” came the voice from the boss’s office; “your engineers have no business trying to make things better for people who don’t drive”.
Bob put his head down behind the monitor. He knew things had to change. His son, Tim, wheezed so much because of the pollution as he walked to school and it was just so difficult to get across the High Street. He feared for his future. Cllr Scrooge marched past Bob’s workstation, sneering at him as he went past. Bob heard a distant phone ringing and then a door slamming.