This morning when I went to Barnes & Noble there was a fire truck out front. There was no fire. Apparently there were no fires anywhere this morning, because the firemen were talking with kids, passing out plastic fire helmets*, and posing for pictures with kids next to the fire truck. (Disclaimer: A “picture” is like a selfie, only someone else takes it — kids, ask your parents.)
I wish to take a stand in support of holding a fire safety program right outside a giant building full of paper.
* Disclaimer: The plastic fire helmets were black. This is an odd choice of colors, unless you are attempting to recruit anti-firemen to drum up business. My stand for this is substantially less supportive.
Author’s note: I walked into the store behind a young father and his 4-year old son. Before we had even gotten through the airlock (that space between the inner and outer doors where they put the table of unsellable books they don’t care about you stealing), the boy took off his black fire helmet, handed it to his father, and said, “Can you hold this?” I could feel the waves of regret emanating from him as he took the helmet.