a small bird got loose in the store earlier and it was super freaking out about being inside. bonking into the lights on the ceiling, frantically squeaking, etc. so of course, i want to help this tiny critter, and the managers want it out, because we’re a grocery store and we cannot just Have A Bird.
what i MEANT to convey to my supervisor was “i raised chickens for ten years and also sometimes i catch feral pigeons in the park to de-string their feet and do first aid so if you need help catching this finch i can probably do it.”
what actually came out of my mouth was “i catch birds in my spare time.”
which was, judging by the look on his face, the most terrifying thing anyone has ever said to him.
I wanna do one of those “if you’re lgbt put your orientation, sign and favorite tool in the tags” but I know most of The Gays have never touched a tool on their life. I’ll be left with 15 lesbians, one gay dude and a handful of bisexuals and they better all be tagging screwdrivers
Eh. Doing it anyway.
If you’re lgbt put your orientation, sign and favorite tool in the tags”
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