Saturday, August 15, 2009
A rooster, in the middle of my neighbourhood
I was walking to work early the other morning, as I normally do, taking shallow breaths and telling myself that since I can see the building, I definitely won't let myself pass out from the heat before getting there, when I heard "cock-a-doodle-do".
Cool, I thought, blinking fast to try and redirect the stinging beads of sweat on my eyelids. A rooster.
Needle scratching on record. Wha? A rooster? It takes something pretty big to stop my walk to work. Every second, you see, is a second closer to me lying on the ground, my bag lunch strewn to the right, my new Kenneth Cole bag spilling contents to the left, a Hummer H2 charging towards me as a group of Indian shopkeepers puzzle over what to do with the sweaty, comatose Westerner splayed out on the road in what is sure to be another new sundress.
A rooster, I have since learned, is one of those things.
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Love your heatventure tales, very funny writing style.
We have stray roosters too! xDDD
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