"Nobody's Home;" or What I Should Have Said

What is it with me and birds here lately? Today at about 6:30 I got a knock at the front door. I figured it was the UPS guy - he usually comes about that time. Imagine my surprise to find an unwelcome ex-boyfriend holding a pigeon (making him even more unwelcome, if that were possible).

First of all, this guy, Patrick, just hasn't gotten it that it is possible for someone not to want him. It's been 10 months since I broke it off but still his last proposal was Saturday. I take it back; I don't "want to be friends," I want him to go away. So I changed tennis groups, altered my schedule so I can keep away from him, and what does he do? Stops by unexpectedly. No way was I going to let him in.

Second, what the heck was he expecting me to do about a bird with a broken wing? He should have put the bird out of it's misery. Short of that, he should have let it go to let nature run its course. Instead, he demanded the number for my veterinarian. (No way was I going to let another bird take up residence on my front porch.) After about 15 minutes of lurking, he finally went away.

I was highly ticked off by the whole episode. Patrick thought I was rude for not being more hospitable when he showed up wholly unannounced. Keith said he would have taken care of the situation if he had been around - he would have flattened Patrick. Hush the cat was highly disappointed that I turned away yet another bird.

Some days seem like they're going to be normal. It's amazing to me how the surreal can sneak up and hit you, right between the eyes, just when you think you're safe.