The restaurant was loud at lunch with Bud standing around telling one of his stories. Bud wouldn’t shut up. When will he? He was going on and on and Mr. Vance sat at his usual table. He tolerated Bud with a causual smile, not to be rude, but he was looking out the glass door where he was the first to notice the bird. It walked right in off the bright street and through the dining room, into the kitchen and out the back door. The old pidgeon was as casual as you please, like it was his normal short cut, like he owned the joint. Everyone shut up and just watched the bird…. Even Bud. We were speechless.
“Nobody order the fucking chicken,” bud finally said. “It’s too cocky.”