I’m coming out of Panera early in the morning after having my weekly whole wheat bagel smothered in butter and honey, when I see two pigeons having a fight.
The street’s pretty empty except for me and a chubby Latino lady, so I turn to her and say, “Look at them going at it…you know they must be married.”
Well, this woman started to laugh so hard I thought she’d explode.
“That is so funny,” she said, “I bet you’re right. I fight with my husband all the time. I just hope she doesn’t throw-em out like I have to throw out mine once in a while, to teach-em a lesson.”
I left her, still laughing, her cheeks puffed like big, tanned tomatoes.
If you go by her, I could’a had a helluva career…in the Catskills. 🙂