lil birdie.
My dear friend Rebecca Silverstein, who I call REBA, asked me to drive her to COSTCO so she could get new contacts on the cheap. Keep in mind, going to COSTCO in Brooklyn is like when old ladies throw bread crumbs for the pigeons and they all come at once; dive bombing for a crumb. Why, must they do that?
So we go to COSTCO, top off Jeep. Reba gets her contacts and we march our merry feet towards the parking lot pondering which song we’ll sing next in the car. Our plans were quickly thwarted when I open up the car door and eject from the car immediately when I saw what was waiting for me. Without even knowing what was going on, Reba stood in the handicapped space next to our spot screaming. Anyone who knows me well, knows this is where my laughter began.
Lil birdie and I have a moment with one another. I look at the bird and the bird looks up at me and goes…”ummm, not a tree?” - “nope birdie, not a tree.” I did everything I could to get the bird out of the car but couldn’t. I tell Reba to get in the car and that maybe it’ll just fly out. Insert more banshee like screams. Apparently ole Reba has a fear of birds. An old man walks up to the scene of me crying I’m laughing so hard and Reba screaming b/c this bird may or may not decide to choke her with it’s lil birdie grip. He releases the bird, tells us we’re cute and gives us a business card. Hmmmf?
Reba and I jump in the Jeep and for about the next 10 minutes both sobbed with laughter. It was hard to even drive I was laughing so hard. Such fear ole Reba Joy had of this lil bird. I have a greater feeling birdie was the one struck with fear; the teeth chattering kind. Fly bird fly…
