All I wanted were some brownies.
I have the habit of watching shows when I’m hungry and then craving whatever food it is that they’re eating. (TMNT has used me to keep the frozen pizza industry alive.) Today, I watched Witches of East End where Ingrid makes literally-magic Magic Brownies. Well, that did it, I had to have brownies.
We didn’t have brownies. So I made a super-quick trip to Target. As I was approaching the automatic doors, 2-3 feet away, a pigeon swoops in between me and door, fluttered at my chest, and flew away. It was funny and, presumably, a solitary incident.
No. Indeed, it was not a solitary incident, for not 2 minutes later, as I entered the baking aisle, a box of K-Cups flew out a woman’s hand toward my chest.
Now I am attempting to make shrimps and really, really hoping the gravitational field around my chest is satisfied with its pranks for the day.