   [**mood** | drained]Everyone prepare yourself for a very sad story. Today while I was working a man came over to tell me there was an injured bird near the door. I got a plastic bag and picked the bird up to look it over. He seemed to be in pretty good shape other than the fact that it let me pick it up. So I set it down on a bale of hay and Kate(a lady I work with) told me I couldn't just leave it out in the cold. I put the bird back in the bag to see what Kate wanted me to do with him. She said "I think that bird is your friend now and you have to keep him." I looked at the bird for a minute then I put him on my shoulder and went back in. We hung out for a few minutes until a customer told me I should just take it home. I looked at the bird for a second and I said "No, I don't want it. I hate birds." My friend took that as his cue to leave and flew full force in to the front window knocking himself out. I took the bird back outside and Kate brought him some bread crumbs. I was hoping he could start a new life(assuming he recovered from the head injury) I waited for him to hop around but Ro(one of the managers) came over saying he couldn't stay and she kicked him. She kicked my fucking bird. She kicked him right in his little injured bird head. I couldn't watch that so I left. I hope the little guy is ok.This evening we went to visit Becky and she made snicker-doodles. Even though I can't taste anything(i am struggling through cold number 2 of the season) I know they were delicious. Then we saw Napoleon Dynamite. I don't have anything to say about that other than you should probably see it. |
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