bird x-ing

Yesterday morning I left for work, with my carpool buddy Jeannie. We’re not really trying to save the planet or anything. Jeannie and her husband only have one car, and I’m going to work anyway, so I drive and she gives me gas money. On the way in, we and the other three lanes of traffic had to stop for some geese:



This is not unexpected on that part of the road. There’s even a sign with a picture of birds crossing the road on it, but still someone behind us felt the need to lay on the horn for the entire two minutes we were waiting. What did he want us to do? Hit the geese? I drive a bug. It only has four inches of road clearance.

A goose wouldn’t fit under it even if I wanted to murder one.