cross my guard
in Arizona, if you drive even one mile an hour over the limit through the specially marked-and-coned school zone areas during the school hours - they can, and often do, write you an expensive-ass ticket.
and the speed limit in those zones is just a hair beyond creeping.
I remember back home in L.A. growing up. The crossing guards with their big ol' Stop Signs, parting the street like Moses through the Red Sea. All cars stopping and letting the young folk by.
In Bed-Stuy Brooklyn, the old matronly black woman wanders back and forth on the sidewalk. she wears a bright reflective yellow vest and looks at the rush hour traffic zooming by.
As the ghetto Younglings demonstrate substandard inattentive jay-walking skills somewhat oblivious to the cars bearing down upon them, the "crossing guard" barks out: "You can't walk slow!"
I love New York.