Imagine this: a gunfight at your local bodega/crappy cafe thing. The bullets are flying everywhere, You think to yourself: Jeese All I just wanted was a cup of coffee and now I have become involved in a high passions/high stakes gun battle! Lame right. So you decide 1. I don't have a vested interest or enough knowledge about which gun battle side should win and 2. This is dangerous. So you decide that the best solution for you is clear- "duck behind the counter" This is what happened to me this morning - except there was no gun battle- BUT DON"T STOP PAYING ATTENTION- I DID however look behind the counter and lo tho I wasn't forced to Duck Behind the COunter... There was a DUCK BEHIND THE COUNTER. That's right folks, a real yellow duck preening itself and it was the pet of a worker at this cafe.
Rocky
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I'm asking why the HELL would you want to live in Brooklyn?
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