Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

Those people who live with me have heard me say “It the little victories like that that get you through the day.” I believe that we all have those little things (victories, if you will) that help up move through the hum drum everyday activities of work, school, and other obligations of the like. For example: When you are trying to find something in a book and you just so happen to flip it open to the page with the exact information you are looking for- Victory. When you have to use a public restroom and you walking (ladies) and the toilet seat is up and the water is blue signaling that you are the first person to use it since it had been cleaned- Victory. When you are just having a crappy day and you knock in to a chair revealing that TV remote you lost weeks ago- Victory.
But every so often you happen upon something just so random and crazy it outshines all your little victories and makes you laugh for the rest of the day. This happened to me today.

The story:
I have been have a good albeit unremarkable day when my boss asked me to run something over to the Rose administration building. I had already made the trip over there once today but I was happy to go again because it is such a pretty day outside and I always welcome the chance to stretch my legs (as long as it is not raining or cold). ANYWAY… I was meandering back to work thinking about the beautiful weather and the all but deserted campus when I see and elderly woman a few dozen yards ahead of me. She was easily 200 years old and upon closer examination was clearly some sort of gypsy, but the reason I notice this woman at all (I tend exhibit an extreme lack of situational awareness when I walk) because there is a strange screeching sound coming from the tree above her. I slow my pace a little so I wont bump into her or be a creepy “close walker”, and am completely content to walk at her osteoporosis-induced-slightly-hunch-back pace seeing as I am not in a huge hurry. All of the sudden she stops turns around and holds out her had saying, “Bird! Baby Bird!”. That’s right folks; this gypsy lady had somehow caught herself a bird and is only too proud to show it to me.
I was always taught that it was rude to stare, also to be nice and polite to adults (especially the elderly) but all my southern charm training clearly went out the window as I found that all I could do was stare at this woman… I mean come on, what do you say to that? I thought about telling her she does not need to touch baby birds because the mom won’t come back to it, but it was too late for that. I also heard my mother’s voice prompting me to tell her to put it down and immediately wash her hands before touching her face or handling food, but I could not do that either because my mouth had entered a state of temporary paralysis. By the time it wore of she was, fortunately, out of ear shot because the only thing I remembered how to do was laugh—Huge Victory.

Man I love the summer.