I'm having one of those days. Not the really bad kind, but the kind when very strange things are happening.
On my walk from the office to the train this morning, a stranger stopped me and asked if I had a cell phone. As it happens he wanted me to call the police to report a duck that was dying on the sidewalk after being hit by a car.
I dug out the cell phone and called 411 for the non-emergency number for the police station while silently wishing I'd paid more attention while pheasant hunting to how our guide quickly dispatched the birds with a twirl. The operator told me there were several results for non-emergency police numbers for the loop, so I asked for animal control trying to zero in on who I really wanted to speak with.
As I was standing amidst a steady stream of commuters trying to get a number, the stranger disappeared...thanks dude, thanks very much.
The operator finally connected me with animal control, but the message told me that if I was calling about spaying or neutering a pet I should call.... Marvelous, not exactly what I had in mind.
Fortunately, a street sweeper was roaring along the road about the same time I met with this result, and I waved for his attention and pointed at the duck. He waved back and nodded his head, which I decided to take to mean he would take responsibility for the situation and I was officially off the hook. More likely he thought I was just pointing it out to make sure he didn't "miss a spot".
Throughout all of this the duck hadn't twitched. I contemplated picking the poor thing up quickly by its head and attempting to recreate the twist I'd seen our guides perform so many years ago. Then I contemplated the absurdity of standing in the middle of a city street and swinging a duck by its head. I pictured myself attempting this act of mercy, and then I imagined the horrified looks of passersby who didn't have the full story. Ultimately, I decided to let nature take its course (if it hadn't already). R.I.P. little duck.
This was not the only strange event of the day. When I arrived at the office, a section of it was dark despite the lights being turned on. It would seem a fuse had blown.
It's just one of those days.
Thanks for reading.
2 comments:
Sounds about right for a Thursday. Glad you decided not to dispatch the duck. Conscience can be so cruel sometimes, even when one thinks one is doing the humane thing. Reminded me of a time I came across a woman choking on a hot dog she'd bought from a street vendor. She looked to be homeless and had dried mucus caked under her nose. When I couldn't get her mouth open in preparation for the Heimlich maneuver, I was relieved to hear the ambulance approaching. Years later I still feel bad about my reaction to this poor woman. At least I got the man with her to stop slapping her. . .sigh
Freaky!
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