By: JOE YATES
The water was not working at my house the other day, I was forced to find a good place close by to water my pet plant, Herb. It didn’t take very long to find the perfect spot, but, as always, Herb has to take a negative view on everything . . . even when it concerns life or death for him.
“Are you alright?” I asked Herb.
“This isn’t a fire hydrant you dummy. This is Gateway Fountain.”
“Who are you calling a dummy? It looks like a broken fire hydrant! Anybody can make a mistake.”
“That’s true. This thing looks like a mistake. You know, you were right about those good looking flowers over there,” Herb said, hungrily, “Hey baby! Wanna shake a leaf?”
“How about some water first?” I said, “So you’ll be in full bloom.”
“Sure,” said Herb, “This is a different story. To use a fire hydrant is the pits, but to use a city fountain makes me a little more eccentric. You know what? You’ve got some class after all.”
“Thanks, I’m glad you think so.”
So, finally Herb has found a place to go to be happy. I’m sure this will make the city of Texarkana, Tex. feel better in knowing that somebody appreciates their efforts . . . even if it is a dried-up, sex-crazed plant.