Just when I thought I was going to have an uneventful day...

things changed.

Today, I worked for Tom Evans. Around 4pm I took his yellow lab, Jackson, to the vet. I then headed over to a store where I was going to pick up a new kitchen faucet. Upon arriving, I rolled down my window for Jackson, and went inside. I walked in the door, while talking to a friend on the phone, and soon after, this man in a nice blue shirt started hanging around me. Once i was off the phone, instinct told me he worked there. So I approached him, saying sorry for being on the phone and that I was there to pick up a faucet. He gave me a confused look, so I asked if he worked there. He didn't.

Eventually, I got the faucet and headed back to the car. I was just about to my car when a bird just happened to fly right into my head!! It must not have been paying attention to where it was going, or it just didn't have good flying skills. (I even felt the feathers on my forehead) Strange, I know...but it gets even stranger. After laughing that a bird just flew into my head, I got back into my car. Rolled up the windows. And began my drive to take Jackson back home. About a mile down the road, around 5pm rush hour, on 53rd street(a busy street at 5pm) I just so happened to glance down at my feet for a second...and what did I see??? A big fat, wild bird just sittin there. "Oh my gosh!!!" I kept screaming as I took my foot off of the accelerator and had no idea what to do. So I just turned on my hazard lights and coasted until I found a place I could turn off and get this bird out of my car...oh my gosh!! oh my gosh!!! I just kept screaming it! By the time I found a place to turn off, I could no longer see the bird, which freaked my out even more. What if it starting pecking my foot?? What if it flew up in my face and caused me to crash?? Once the vehicle came to a complete stop, I jumped out and took a look at this bird. It had perched itself high above my brake petal and was just chillin there. I quick snapped a picture with my camera phone, grabbed my ice scraper in my trunk, and poked at the bird until I got it to fly out of my car. And then, I just stood in amazement as my mind replayed what had just happened to me.

I mean, they sure don't tell you what to do in a situation like that in drivers ed!

Moral of the story: Always check the floor/petals of your car before taking off down a busy street in the middle of rush hour.