The Main Character

I always end up the punching bag of the road. My job is to block roads under construction and guide the cars to a safe alternative. Everyday, my face is squished into the ground by car tires, or a child stepping on me as part of their silly game. I don’t understand how this can happen. I’m a bright orange high-visibility cone. How hard can it be to avoid someone as small as myself? Seriously, people. I’m sick to death of being dilapitated and crushed by inconsiderate people around me.