Hydrant crisis averted!

Thought our hydrant hey was irrevocably effed, and that I would have to go to the water department and trade it out/grovel for a new one, and I lack the Bride's great legs and am not feeling especially, I dunno, Erin Brockovich-ish.  Well, the unstoppable garden supporter George knew exactly what was wrong with it ("uh huh...did you leave it outside all winter?" as if he's heard this a hundred times before) and will help me fix it.  I mean, who just knows about hydrant keys over the phone?!?  I am a lucky, lucky man.