So there I was, waiting on my wife to pick me up off the street in the city. Didn't have any music or books while I waited so I was just looking around at the world. Well, there were these two pigeons by the curb. One of them was taking bits of food from the ground and throwing them into the street and the other one was eating them. "This bird is retarded," I thought. "The other bird is eating all his food." After about a minute of the bird taking the food and throwing it, the one eating it was well into the road. Just then BAM, car comes by and runs over the pigeon. That bird wasn't stupid. He was a cold blooded killer. He lured that bird into the streets to kill him. I just stood there shocked. The murderer was just standing there on the curb. Worst of all, he was staring at me. Right at me. He didn't move. He just stared at me. Staring with those unblinking eyes. Pools of deep dark obsidian evil. He knew I saw it. He knows that you can't have loose ends to a murder. I felt a little uneasy the rest of my wait. By the time my wife picked me up the pigeon had disappeared. But I know he was still watching me. I'm sure that pigeon followed us home. He knows where I live now. He's biding his time. Waiting for me to fall into his perfect trap.
He knows.
So what are everyone else's plans for the weekend?