Starting writing with “I’m watching a flagger (someone who controls traffic with a handheld sign) . . . As you write make sure to use all the following verbs. Use the verbs in the same order as given below.
curse, tangle, flick, sweat, kneel, buzz, flip, grasp
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I’m watching a flagger working on the hot summer street. It would be fun if I hadn’t been sitting here for so long. I could curse, but what’s the use? She wouldn’t hear me anyways since I have my window closed for the air conditioning. Besides, I wouldn’t want to tangle with her—she’s at least 175 pounds packed into a 5 foot 5 inch frame.
Interesting that she moves like a ballerina, her hands swooping as she swings her sign around in the air. Unfortunately, she swings the sign back just as I reach her. Stop! I roll down my window and flick my cigarette onto the ground.
That’s when I really notice the heat shimmering from the pavement. If I were to kneel on the road I’m sure that my legs would get stuck in the softened asphalt. How can anyone stand that kind of heat? I hope she’s paid really well for her workday, or at least as much as a teacher—we both face hot situations on the job after all.
A bee buzzes in through my open window and promptly begins frantic attempts to get out through the glass. I’ve never really known what to do with a trapped bee in a car. Should I squash it? But that would be too easy. I’ve heard that bees have been having a tough time lately, so I’ll have to try and save it.
Great! The flagger has flipped her sign over and will now let me through. I go really slow. She looks surprised to see me being so obedient. Usually, drivers get the hand signal to slow down even more. Probably that’s because we are so used to travelling 80 in the 50 and 140 in the 100 zones. To drivers slow is like doing 60 in a 50 zone!
As I leave, I see the flagger grasp her water bottle as she takes a long, thirsty drink. The ordeal is over for me, but it is only one o’clock; for her, she has four more hot hot hours to go.
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I’m watching a flagger:
The man cursed at them while he flagged the traffic. You see, he was a famous hairdresser back then. And at his shop, he untangled the hair and sometimes flicked the lice, but thank god, he didn’t have the chance to flick.
One day, when he knelt down to pick up something, the hair on the ground, buzzed and flipped it like crazy. So of course, when costumers saw this, they fled, and one guy even called health inspector to see.
When the inspector came, he collected the hairs from the ground, and grasped the hair samples in the plastic bag and said, “You see this. This is dirty. You have to close the shop, sorry.”
And after he said this, he put the notice up.
I’m Watching a Flagger…
I’m watching a flagger in 50m far away when I’m driving the car hurry to school. It’s still “slow” sign at the moment that I look at the bored flagger hold the board leaned on her shoulder. I count the number silently; hope to catch up the chance to rush out before “stop”. But she slowly turns it to the opposite, makes me stop right beside her as the first car on the waiting line. She stares me with crow over gloat(at least, in my mind). I curse, subconsciously without any target. I’m almost late because I tangled with my husband for our vacation plan, and I won.
The flagger moves her sleepy eyes from me to her own right arm; there is a piece of cheese sticky at her thick uniform. She flicks it, ignores the final shelter for the cheese. Who cares of these small exits without any power to be concerned in such a wild would.
Finally, I arrive at my class and sweat for the late again (By the way, late is kind of my logo). I’m urged to kneel up the platform, ready to start the lesson. Class is buzzing as usually: one guy just flips the textbook covered on the neighbor’s sleeping head that makes others laughing, a girl grasps her cell-phone and would make a call to giggle with friend for a while. So welcome to our class and have fun here.
One idea quickly sweeps my mind: a few years ago, the flagger must be one who sat at her class as a common teenager. Life is a circle rotating on its steady speed.
The flagger was cursing the hot, humid weather. The wind was blowing on her tangled, curly brown hair; she tied it in a ponytail, and wore her hard-hat. After puffing her cigarette, she flicked it into the air. She wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead and face. She noticed her untied shoelaces. She kneeled and tied them up. A red Ferrari, caught in the traffic, buzzed its horn before speeding across the intersection. The red-faced flagger, rubbing her face with her hand, stood up, cursed—at the car,seemingly— and flipped her handheld sign. She grasped a pack of cigarette from her side pocket, lit up a stick, and after blowing a cloud of smoke, she faced the heavens with her eyes closed and said: "Go to hell!"
I am watching a flagger holding “Slow”, but drivers were waiting for long time pass him as fast as possible. A red BMW driver is gnashing his teeth, and he curse when he has to stop when the flagger flips his flag. But he holds “STOP “unconsciously.
A drug user guy with long massy hair is crossing the street without looking at traffic light or some other cautions, and he tangles his hair more when he scratch his head, and he flicks it on the air .his head was down when he passes the flagger, but the aggressive BMW driver buzzes him to wake him up.
Sun is more shining and burning on the noon, and the guy sweats on his heavy yellow hat and shirt, and he grasps his water bottle to hydrate. It is tough job to stay for long hours in rainy, snowy, and especially sunny day.
After a while he goes for lunch, and he kneel to take some fruits and food of his dusty back bag .
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