Just because the pigeon is not looking at the camera does not mean he did not stare me down with venom in his eyes while his clawed feet clicked and clacked - louder and louder - on the floor of the N Judah as he approached me with visible malice.
Yup, that's right. I was stuck on the N Judah - alone in a moving car - with an enormous pigeon who pecked at the floor with such fury that it was clear he would not know the difference between a delicious crumb or my wide-open eye. AGAIN.
I was on the phone with my brother when I spotted the vile creature, and obviously I could not continue our conversation, but he did offer me one piece of advice before we hung up. "Be brave," he told me.
And so when the train pulled into the next stop, I did not run for another car as I did the last time this happened. No, I held my ground. I was going to stay on that car. This time: It would be PIGEON who would leave.
And let me just say: Big mistake. HUGE MISTAKE.
Because when those doors opened, and people started streaming into the car, that pigeon SPAZZED. It started flapping its wings and diving and swooping and everyone coming on the train looked at ME as though I were somehow responsible, meanwhile all I could do was cover my face and squeal, "I HATE PIGEONS!" at the top of my lungs while it lunged towards me in an attempt to escape the onslaught of new passengers.
But then finally, it did fly through the open doors and out of the train. And I sat in my seat, and slowly lowered my arms into my lap, all the while muttering, "I just hate pigeons. I just hate them." And one by one, everyone took his seat, and I sat there, shaking, the sound of wild beating feathers echoing in my mind.
Yup, that's right. I was stuck on the N Judah - alone in a moving car - with an enormous pigeon who pecked at the floor with such fury that it was clear he would not know the difference between a delicious crumb or my wide-open eye. AGAIN.
I was on the phone with my brother when I spotted the vile creature, and obviously I could not continue our conversation, but he did offer me one piece of advice before we hung up. "Be brave," he told me.
And so when the train pulled into the next stop, I did not run for another car as I did the last time this happened. No, I held my ground. I was going to stay on that car. This time: It would be PIGEON who would leave.
And let me just say: Big mistake. HUGE MISTAKE.
Because when those doors opened, and people started streaming into the car, that pigeon SPAZZED. It started flapping its wings and diving and swooping and everyone coming on the train looked at ME as though I were somehow responsible, meanwhile all I could do was cover my face and squeal, "I HATE PIGEONS!" at the top of my lungs while it lunged towards me in an attempt to escape the onslaught of new passengers.
But then finally, it did fly through the open doors and out of the train. And I sat in my seat, and slowly lowered my arms into my lap, all the while muttering, "I just hate pigeons. I just hate them." And one by one, everyone took his seat, and I sat there, shaking, the sound of wild beating feathers echoing in my mind.
