On the Bridge

Every morning, on my way to the metro, a couple of men in tight red shorts and blue t-shirts are jogging along the street. I’ve always thought that they were just a couple guys, meeting up every morning for a jog (although I couldn’t come up with an explanation for the coordinated outfits), but the other morning I found them by these fire trucks so apparently it’s the firemen who’s out jogging together every morning — perhaps a bit fun but very unnecessary information, I know.