Fire hydrants are all over the city, like little red pimples. And I noticed recently how I rarely notice them at all. I noticed them because one of them was wearing a hat and I thought, “That fire hydrant is wearing a hat!” and so I started to notice the other fire hydrants and how most of them weren’t wearing hats and I thought they might get a little lonely from time to time.
If a fire hydrant were to have a favorite season, my guess would be that it’d be summer. In the winter, they are surrounded by the solid state of what they hold. And I imagine that’s might be slightly torturous. In the summer, the kids come by and pry open their mouths, popping them like pimples. Suddenly, whatever tight stream of water they’ve been holding in for so long comes gushing forth like a gasp. While people frolic and jump and get all wet while they sit there feeling useful. I bet that’s fun for little kids. But what do I know? I grew up near country streams and these city streams seem different.
I imagine that they are red because that makes them stand out against nature and concrete. Plus, they need to match the fire trucks and the fire hats and look good against the spotted dogs. Fire hydrants serve a purpose. I guess that’s why they need to be everywhere. But not all of them get to wear a hat.
Just now, I began to wonder how many of them there are and what they
P.S. The other night, I said “Toby, give me something to write about.” and he said “Fire Hydrants.” Hence this most ridiculous post which was seemingly written by a 7 year old. Or maybe a five year old. Who can say.