To the lady working construction at 6am, on Jefferson Blvd:

Thank you!  You know who you are; I drive right by you every week.  Your job is to direct traffic when one of the big trucks comes in our out of the construction site.  Those trucks don’t come very often, and someone else would sit around and look bored.  Or maybe they’d bring a magazine or pull out their phone and text their friends.  But not you.

You stand on the corner and wave with both hands at every car passing by.  You wish us a good morning the way some people shout I love you.  The sun’s not even up yet.  And you smile like it’s your birthday, again. 

So I smile too, roll down my window, and wish you a good morning right back.  And that smile lasts me the whole day.  I wonder how many other hundreds of people feel that way?  Thank you for brightening my day.