Thank You for Being a Friend

I have a job where I paint fire-hydrants. They come down the assembly line and I spray paint them bright red. But the thing is I'm not good with repetition. I remember when I was a kid and my teachers would get upset at me for miss-spelling words. I'd say, "It's the same word, just a different shade."

So I started painting the fire-hydrants yellow with purple polka-dots. I added the purple because it's yellow's complimentary color. In other words, it looked good.

The shift supervisor came over and said, "What the hell is this?!?"

I said, "Personally I feel it's going to make the fire-hydrants easier to see. It will allow the fire-fighters to do their job more quickly. Overall, isn't that the point here?"

The shift supervisor said, "Confoundit!" I was fired and I went outside and started walking back home.

A mutt street dog joined me. The dog said, "How come so down?"

I thought, "Why can't I just do what I'm asked?"

The dog said, "My person used to yell at me to try and get me to sit. The thing is, I didn't want to sit. So I left. Food's a little harder to come by, but it's nicer without the leash."

I felt better instantly. The dog and I spent the day walking down alley-ways. We even chased a cat.