So, I was at my favorite rock shop yesterday (left with new ear rings, and a silver coin I had on layaway), and I was chatting with the couple who owns the place telling them about Luna. I was joking that I hadn't been in for a while because I spent all my "fun" money from the last month on her. Basically sang her praises - how exquisitely beautiful she is, how much I like her "coo's," and her reserved but sweet temperament....
Anyway, then I find myself listening to a story of some long ago feral pigeons, and how dirty they were - pooping on everything, and how this man was ordered to poision them (causing some customer backlash), and then the attempt at sticky pads....
Ugh!!!
I'll still shop there, but my goodness!
Anyway, then I find myself listening to a story of some long ago feral pigeons, and how dirty they were - pooping on everything, and how this man was ordered to poision them (causing some customer backlash), and then the attempt at sticky pads....
Ugh!!!
I'll still shop there, but my goodness!