A behavior that I enjoyed doing when I walked in our neighborhood was to pull the fiberglass rod that marks fire hydrants, and then let it go. For some strange reason I like to watch the rod rock back and forth until it stops. I don't know why it brings me pleasure, it just does.Walking on a beautiful day, I grabbed the rod with my bare hand, pulled it and let it go. As I watched it rock back and forth I started to become aware of fiberglass splinters on the inside of my hand. Throughout the walk I continued to attempt to de-splinter my palm, with very little success. It took about a week for the sensation to subside. I still have memory of the pain of those microscopic fibers embedded in my skin.
Now, when I see those fiberglass rods sticking up out of the hydrant...I walk on by. I have learned.
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