firetruck

I was taking a shuttle home from the airport along with a curmudgeony old man and lady (unrelated), and a family of two grandparents, two parents, and their three year old boy. Whenever a police car or a firetruck would come into site, the kid would point it out and get really excited. Authority figures weren’t the only things he saw though. He would point out the colorful building or the school bus, but nothing got him quite excited as a bright red firetruck. Now the parents are on the lookout for firetrucks too, in case their sun missed any “–there’s one–” and all of a sudden they’re really excited about firetrucks. Now 15 years later their kid has moved off to college and they can’t help but get a little excited when they hear a siren and a see a firetruck race off to go water down someone else’s livelihood.

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