Trade-Off

A couple of days ago, a tragedy occurred in my neighborhood. Though I was not there to witness it, I knew what happened because I saw the consequences. Next to a building that I walk past on the way to the Subway, I noticed a couple in front of me looking down at the ground. When I arrived there, I could see that they were looking at the body of a pigeon that had obviously plunged itself into most certain death by way of a brick wall.
"Gross," I thought, and did not stay to look, but continued to walk on.

Today, I passed by the same building on the way to work and noticed the pigeon was still there. I thought to myself, "Boy, I hope somebody cleans that up soon." I continued on my way, and went to work.

When I came home from work today, I turned around the corner of the building and much to my surprise, I saw three separate and distinct piles of vomit adjacent to the wall. Each pile was of a distinguishable reddish/pink hue, contained a consistent amount of chunks, and had a radius that was competitive of the other two. It was a sight for sure, but like before, I did not stay and stare, but continued to move forward.

I did notice, however, that the dead pigeon was gone, leading me to believe that its grossness replacement might have been related. A bystander like me might never know.


"Does anybody know where the hose is?"