Promiscuous Pigeons

The office is quiet and the boys aren’t here. This seems to be consistent. It’s fucking hot in this city and this office is sandwiched between two restaurants. Between the wafts of grease coming from the restaurants that slightly echoe b.o. and the beads of sweat above my upper lip, I feel like a croque monsieur stuffed in some greasy French man’s mouth.

I can only read so many e-mail addresses while doing customer research before my eyes feel lazy and lethargic. This is when I sit back, stretch and look to the right. Outside the propped door are three little pigeons. Two of them are there every day.

Summer loving has definitely started, they were fornicating today.

Exhibitionists.
Picture by Bob Cossar