I was waiting in line at a coffee shop when an elderly man struck up a conversation with me. He was wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt, mismatched socks, and had a parrot perched on his shoulder. He leaned in and, with all seriousness, began to tell me about his “serious” research on how pigeons were government spies. As he regaled me with wild theories about how these birds were secretly recording our conversations, his parrot suddenly squawked, “Free pizza!”
We both burst into laughter, and for a moment, I actually entertained the idea of joining his pigeon-watching crusade. As he walked out, he turned back, pointed at me, and said, “Remember, keep an eye on the sky!” It was such a bizarre encounter, and every time I see a pigeon now, I can’t help but chuckle at the thought of that colorful conspiracy theorist.
I was waiting in line at a coffee shop when an elderly man struck up a conversation with me. He was wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt, mismatched socks, and had a parrot perched on his shoulder. He leaned in and, with all seriousness, began to tell me about his “serious” research on how pigeons were government spies. As he regaled me with wild theories about how these birds were secretly recording our conversations, his parrot suddenly squawked, “Free pizza!”
We both burst into laughter, and for a moment, I actually entertained the idea of joining his pigeon-watching crusade. As he walked out, he turned back, pointed at me, and said, “Remember, keep an eye on the sky!” It was such a bizarre encounter, and every time I see a pigeon now, I can’t help but chuckle at the thought of that colorful conspiracy theorist.