Just the other day, thousands of miles from home, forty years after school was finally out and deep inside the foreign country called the USA, I reached a street crossing at school-leaving time. The lollipop lady stopped the traffic and led me across the street like some kind of warrior-Britannia. I said "Nobody's done that for me for a while," but she just smiled enigmatically.
The lollipop men and women are the only school officials for whom I have any admiration. I hope this man had a good time as a lollipop man and can look back on it with pride.