Turns out a friend and former co-worker by the name of Joe is a blogger. The article he put up today is freakin’ hilarious. Here’s the start:
Witnessed a mini “Wile E. Coyote” moment yesterday in the city. Stopped to eat at the Shake Shack in Madison Park, which, by the way, makes without a doubt the greatest cheeseburger in the known universe and a seriously kickass strawberry milkshake. Being these phenomenally stupendous artery clogging creations, things tend to fall apart a bit toward the end. So, I’m sitting there working on the last of my shake with the little cardboard carrybox – like those little jobs they used to use at the drive-in 40 years ago – containing the greasy remnants of a tremendous burger, including almost half of the top bun. This ballsy little city park sparrow sails in and lands on the edge of the cardboard box, eyes me, eyes the bun. I try to shoo him away. He flips me off and tells me to kiss his downy ass, ballsy park sparrow that he is. Then he grabs this hunk of bun that’s at least as big as he is and tries to take off.