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MaggieL · 07-28-2006, 03:45 PM

I'm reminded of the folks who used to buy soft pretzels at 30th Street Station and then amuse themselves while waiting for their train by feeding the remains to the pigeons. They were never commuters, and didn't have to deal every day with the bird exhaust encrusting everything (including few available benches on the platform)...they got their strokes and moved on.

I sometimes fantasized a giant mutant pigeon carrying them off to feed to her young...their companions screaming to them "Charleen! Charleen! Drop the car keys!"

07-28-2006, 03:45 PM	#28
MaggieL in the Hour of Scampering Join Date: Jan 2001 Location: Jeffersonville PA (15 mi NW of Philadelphia) Posts: 4,060	I'm reminded of the folks who used to buy soft pretzels at 30th Street Station and then amuse themselves while waiting for their train by feeding the remains to the pigeons. They were never commuters, and didn't have to deal every day with the bird exhaust encrusting everything (including few available benches on the platform)...they got their strokes and moved on. I sometimes fantasized a giant mutant pigeon carrying them off to feed to her young...their companions screaming to them "Charleen! Charleen! Drop the car keys!" __________________ "Neither can his Mind be thought to be in Tune,whose words do jarre; nor his reason In frame, whose sentence is preposterous..."