“Er, bird, sir? Best you have a look in the mirror. I hope ya ain’t goin’ anywhere importent.”
Bird indeed. A flash of movement pulls your eye to the window on the far wall, and there you see a gull on the sill, and though it only has a beak for a mouth, you get the distinct impression that the bird is leering gleefully at you.
But ornithology will have to wait; you hear the PA announcing the departure of your train in one minute! No time to clean the bird doo-doo, no time to figure out what soft goo broke your fall and is now clinging to your new navy blue, no time to wipe the slightly viscous liquid from your new briefcase. You pick yourself up, grab your bag, and bolt out the door into the crowd.
Two steps outside the washroom you collide with a young woman wearing a beautiful new white coat, and you both fall to the floor in a heap of blue and white.
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