Does anyone else ever involuntarily (or prudently, I shall say) dodge pigeons that appear to be flying straight for your face? Not often, mind you...but at least twice. I have the impression that "actual" New Yorkers suppress the dodging instinct.
I feel sorta stupid because it doesn't seem like the other people around me ever flinch, but sometimes I just do this split second head jerk limp wrist block when I suddenly notice a pigeon careening towards my face. The real art, however, is to quickly recover and act as if dodging the pigeon was the correct course of action.
Mostly because it was.
No comments:
Post a Comment