Directing traffic

I was out of the office for most of the day doing disability awareness sessions at a courier warehouse near the airport. I wasn’t in the door more than five minutes when the fire alarm went off and back out to the car park I went with everyone else. False alarm thankfully.

Five hours later I was back at the office to drop off stuff. After a quick turnaround I was back in the car when I heard giggling coming from behind me. This wee man obviously thought I needed directions. All he needed were the batons that they use to direct planes. He did a grand job and got thumbs up from me as I left.