The dog days of summer, so much to bare.
The smell of diesel permeates the air.
Backed up traffic, another breakdown!
Welcome ya’ll to our tourist town.
A vital link in the mid-Atlantic region,
and almost everyone hates tourist season!
They don’t pay attention or read the signs,
one might think that they were blind!
Overheights, wide loads and accidents galore,
yet every year we are visited by more!
The Bay is lovely with it’s ships to be seen,
but it only takes one, you know what I mean.
There we stand, in our orange suits,
a perfect target for your verbal abuse!
I wish I could fix it, God knows I try!
Don’t throw things at me as you creep by!
When whistles are blown, and you are waved to move on,
Nine times out of ten we see break lights come on!
We serve no purpose that you can see,
just a pain in a place we don’t want to be!
But when you need help it’s us that you see.
We give you directions, call you a tow,
protect you from things you’d rather not know!
We help change a tire, give a gallon of gas.
Then we can clear the tunnel really fast.
No matter what happens we are on the scene,
next thing you know the light turns green!
We may not mean much to you anyway,
but you see this is how we earn our pay.
More happens here than you will ever know,
as safe in your own worlds you continue to go.
And the pulse of Virginia continues to flow.

Authors Note: Sue Maddox, Copyright 1992, All Rights Reserved - "Inspired by a 3 to 11 shift in the south west end of the west bound  Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel.  It was mid August and right at 100 degrees.  Traffic was backed up past Granby Street and creeping at about 5 mph.  We had break downs everywhere!  I was still new and determined to move the world.  It was hostile in those green poly uniforms and safety gear.  These are the thoughts in response to the days events so far.  Hot, sweating and tired, I had 3 more hours to endure".~Sue Maddox-Toth

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