Much like an occupying army, those ubiquitous orange traffic cones arrive under cover of darkness. Bleary-eyed citizens awake to find their street festooned with a veritable battalion of orange and black striped cones indicating upcoming road work and traffic problems.
But an even more egregious omen of traffic mayhem is installed in broad daylight. The dreaded detour signs pop up all over the neighbourhood. Unlike their portable partners in annoyance, these signs are bolted to the ground, they are not going anywhere soon, foretelling a long period of traffic snarls.
But even more frightful is that for the time being the detour signs are covered by sheets of plywood. What sort of transformation will we be subjected to? The longer these hooded Klansman-like signs remain covered the higher the level of angst among local commuters grows. With no way to get even a small glimpse of what is under the cover, a peek that might ease some of the stress, tensions rise. Oh what fresh hell do these signs portend? What misery will this army of signs bring once unveiled?