Michael and I decided to go drive through Arby's on our lunch breaks.
2 cheddar and roast beef sandwiches for $5! Can't beat that.
While we were in our totally broken but very warm car, I forgot that it is November and looked out the window at the park and thought, hey! we should go have a picnic! So, that is what we did.
We drove across the street to the park, turned the car off, got out, and the brisk November wind sent chills up our backs! Even though we were cold, I really wanted to eat outside. We spread the blanket out on the grass and we were enjoying our sandwiches and extra curly curly fries, and the silence and stillness of everything (the park isn't very hoppin' in the middle of the day in November) when a seagull flew down near us. WE DON'T EVEN LIVE BY THE SEA! The said seagull looked at us with its beady little eyes, through its head back and let out a loud screech. Hundreds of birds flew in from various areas of the park. We watched as they got closer, and closer to us. The little balck dots from afar became bigger, quite frightening, demon birds. We continued eating, while keeping one eye on our lunch, and the other on the birds. They crept slowly towards us and then as soon as we looked at them they froze until we took our eyes off of them to take another bite, and then they moved in for the kill again. They were fighting each other, screeching, and before we knew it, even more had flown in, and the pigeons had taken part in this game called death. THE PIGEONS!
It became too creepy to put up with, and we were quite certain that at any second they were all going to dive in and attack us for our food. We carefully gathered up our belongings, and made a run for it back to the car. They followed, swooping down on us and circling the car. No exaggeration. I almost got hit in the face with one of there wings. So back in the car, we watched as the birds flew away. Not far though. They flew up into the trees that happened to be right next to our car. They landed on the telephone wire that hung above the car. They perched on the street lights next to the car, and they were all watching us. Watching us finish our food in the safety of our car. There was one who was determined. I think it was that first one that flew in when we first got to the park, the one with the evil beady eyes. He didn't leave. He followed me to the car, right up to my window. He landed on the ground outside my door, and he stayed there the whole time! We have both seen Alfred Hitchcocks The Birds, so we decided to get out before they started pecking at the windows.
Don't go to the park for a picnic in the middle of November.
No one else is around.
The birds are starving.
It's cold.
and you will be attacked.
2 cheddar and roast beef sandwiches for $5! Can't beat that.
While we were in our totally broken but very warm car, I forgot that it is November and looked out the window at the park and thought, hey! we should go have a picnic! So, that is what we did.
We drove across the street to the park, turned the car off, got out, and the brisk November wind sent chills up our backs! Even though we were cold, I really wanted to eat outside. We spread the blanket out on the grass and we were enjoying our sandwiches and extra curly curly fries, and the silence and stillness of everything (the park isn't very hoppin' in the middle of the day in November) when a seagull flew down near us. WE DON'T EVEN LIVE BY THE SEA! The said seagull looked at us with its beady little eyes, through its head back and let out a loud screech. Hundreds of birds flew in from various areas of the park. We watched as they got closer, and closer to us. The little balck dots from afar became bigger, quite frightening, demon birds. We continued eating, while keeping one eye on our lunch, and the other on the birds. They crept slowly towards us and then as soon as we looked at them they froze until we took our eyes off of them to take another bite, and then they moved in for the kill again. They were fighting each other, screeching, and before we knew it, even more had flown in, and the pigeons had taken part in this game called death. THE PIGEONS!
It became too creepy to put up with, and we were quite certain that at any second they were all going to dive in and attack us for our food. We carefully gathered up our belongings, and made a run for it back to the car. They followed, swooping down on us and circling the car. No exaggeration. I almost got hit in the face with one of there wings. So back in the car, we watched as the birds flew away. Not far though. They flew up into the trees that happened to be right next to our car. They landed on the telephone wire that hung above the car. They perched on the street lights next to the car, and they were all watching us. Watching us finish our food in the safety of our car. There was one who was determined. I think it was that first one that flew in when we first got to the park, the one with the evil beady eyes. He didn't leave. He followed me to the car, right up to my window. He landed on the ground outside my door, and he stayed there the whole time! We have both seen Alfred Hitchcocks The Birds, so we decided to get out before they started pecking at the windows.
Don't go to the park for a picnic in the middle of November.
No one else is around.
The birds are starving.
It's cold.
and you will be attacked.
