Thank you Mr. Pigeon. Your infiltration of my store’s Deli department via the main entrance was a stroke of genius. You made the last two hours of my shift more entertaining than I could have ever expected.
You evaded a thrown net, a man on a ladder, a trap involving cracker crumbs, and an older coworker with a big stick, you are truly the James Bond of pigeons. And when your mysterious purposes were finalized, you left like a ghost, unseen, unheard….unless you croaked in the scaffolding and we just haven’t found your body yet.
Either way I’d simply like to thank you, for the entertainment, the chaos, and finally…for not shitting on me.