Performance. Pouch Cove, Newfoundland.
Crossing the border, I got treated with suspicion, what do you want, why only hand luggage, what will you wear, what will you do etc. No, I'm not looking for work. Some days later, I checked the job offers, driven by pure curiosity. On top of the list were several ads to become a flagger. What on earth? And then I saw them everytime we went for a ride: People holding signs along road works and thus directing the traffic. A dangerous job. Why don't they put up temporary traffic lights? Well, this gives people jobs, and a right to unemployment benefit during off-season. So I began to practice flagging with my own signs, and decided that text wasn't necessary. There is enough writing wherever you look. Fill in the blanks.