Instead it stood right in front of me and HISSED as if to say, "Whatcha lookin at me for, fool?"
So I honked at it because I needed to get through and it HISSED again and swiveled its neck from side to side..."Oh no you didn't!" Oh yes I did...MOVE, GOOSE!
So maybe it was a mom defending her nest area? But in a parking lot? Uh-uh. I had a ghetto goose on my hands...
So I crept up really near and waited...FINALLY the goose gave up and walked away reaaaaallllly slowly, as if to personally insult me with her goose ghetto slowness. As I started to roll forward, it glanced back at me and HISSED again...
..."Whatchur problem? I'm goin as faaaaast as I can! Don't rush me...it's just 'cause I'm a goose isn't it?..." Geez...what a goose...
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Each one salutes me as he goes,
And I my childish plumes
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgement
Of their unthinking drums.
- Emily Dickinson