Birds In The Belfry
And so it goes. A year ago this week, I was in the office solo, with everybody else working remote, when a sparrow flew into the office out of nowhere and dive-bombed me. I did what we always do when we get a bird sneaking in here. Popped a coupla window screens and chased the little bastard around the office until he flew out.
For a minute there I thought of keeping the bird as a sidekick since nobody else was here. You know, train it to sit on my shoulder like Long John Silver. I changed my mind when some bird doo-doo landed on my shoe.
That same night, I was carrying more stuff than usual out of the office. So instead of the stairs, I took the elevator. What a dunce cap move that was. Some of you may remember this saga from last year, but there was a power failure in town and I was stuck in that goddamn box for almost two hours.
Get this. A coupla days ago, guess what? A sparrow flew into the office again. Are you kidding me, Rocky and Bullwinkle? I don’t know if it was the same tweetie. Maybe he was checking to see if his old buddy was still around. This time it took three strong men and three popped three screens to finally say bye bye birdie.
I'll tell you one thing, I took the stairs that night.
Here’s to a better fourth than last year. Keep your dukes up.