A road crew flagwoman. On a 3, MISS.

On your way into town on the county road, you come round a corner to a wide spot to see a plump, healthy looking gal in a bright yellow safety vest turn her sign from SLOW round to STOP, leaving you first in line to wait.

You crank down your window and ask, "Hi hon, is it going to be a while?"

Roll +COOL(+0) to STALK HER. On a 3, MISS.

"Hi ma'am!" she says. You get a whiff of her strawberry chewing gum. The broad face under her orange helmet is sun-touched on nose and cheeks. "No, just a few. But round noon it'll be closed for a couple hours. You'll want to come a different way round."

"Unless I wanted to wait," you say.

"Ha ha, yes ma'am," she says.

"Any other roads I should be watching out for?" you say.

She tells you a couple of other roads the county is working on. Nothing nearby.

"Well, thank you, you're so sweet," you say. "Come by the diner, I'll get you an extra piece of pie, special."

She blinks, looks at you, raises her eyebrows, then circles her mouth in an 'O'. She blushes under her sun-touched face. "Ma'am?" she says, sounding bewildered.

"Was yesterday a little hard out on the roads, sweetie?" you say, moistening your lower lip. "First so hot, so sticky, and then so wet with the storm? The thunder and lightning?"

"Oh God I know, I peed myself!" she says. "Oh wait." She blinks and frowns. "Ma'am I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that."

"Could happen to anybody, hon," you say.

But her walkie-talkie crackles and it's time to turn STOP back to SLOW and she waves you forward with an energetic wave.

"I did mean it about the pie!" you tell her. You start the engine and roll past the flustered young flagwoman.