Neighbor kid came to the door this morning before I'd even had my coffee to give me a dead bird. Seriously: "I found this in your yard." I wasn't sure what my role was exactly, since my yard seemed like a fine enough place for a dead bird and didn't know why I needed to be involved in moving it somewhere else. But he wanted a plastic bag, so I gave him one. He put the bird in the bag and handed the whole shebang back to me, so I put the bird in the trash. Which is not where I would have preferred it. Then he asked for hand sanitizer. What a way to wake up.
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What your have there, is the perfect microwave b-fast. Crack an egg into the baggie, a little salt and pepper, maybe some cheese and bacon or ham. Microwave on high for 8 minutes and call Andrew Zimern. Shit... half of the globe would be grateful to have the bird, let alone the other goodies. What do you think an Egg McMuffin had in it? Dead bird.
Posted by: Peter | 27 June 2009 at 02:20 AM
Luckily, I don't have a microwave. But you're right, I should be more grateful for the protein all around me.
Posted by: Little Sweet | 28 June 2009 at 12:54 PM