Just can't help myself...all this love is warping my mind. I'll tell a story from the other end, about being a meanie.
Last week at work I used an air rifle to nail a pair of pigeons in the compressor building I'm responsible for keeping clean, because they were messing all over the equipment and the floor. Then I went to one of the others and wiped out a pair there while I was at it.
Dunno if any of you have ever had pigeons loose in a building. But if you have, you'd almost swear you had flying cows instead. You know:
Little birdie in the sky,
dropped some whitewash in my eye.
Now aren't I glad that cows don't fly?
Anyway, when I relieved one of the other operators this week, I mentioned that I had cleaned up the pigeon problem in his area and mine, temporarily at least. Instead of thanking me, he gave me the evil eye. Then he frostily told me he'd spent several days listening to the peeping of the baby pigeons high in the top of my building get progressively weaker, until finally he didn't hear them anymore.
I told him, "you know what? I don't feel real good about that. But if their parents weren't housebroken, I doubt they would've been either. And this is a compressor station, not a bird sanctuary."