Return of the Duck.

Something of a tangent first: it was my 3rd wedding anniversary yesterday and my wife and I went out to dinner to a restaurant of my choice. We went to Pasta Pelican in Alameda...my wife hates the place due to the food being a bit pedestrian...your typical Italian neighborhood shtuff...too salty and lacking in creativity and imagination. But I love the place for it's awesome views and good sized portions. Anywayz, before we had dinner, we recon'd restaurants at Jack London Sq. Now THOSE places I'm not keen on....generally overpriced, and the Square is a little long on the tooth now-a-days.

When we returned to my car, I was shocked to see it covered in some white substance. Upon further examination, we discovered it was Bird Shit...and alot of it. A Pelican must of had diarrhea. I swear, it looked like someone threw a large Oreo's and Ice Cream milk shake all over the drivers side door, roof, and window. As I drove off, some guy literally pointed and laughed at me.

Anywayz, about the duck. This morning, endeavoring to get rid of the crap on my window, given I could hardly see out of it, I uncoiled my lawn hose and started washing it off. A couple minutes into the process, I heard a fluttering behind me. I turned around and there the Duck was....standing there looking up at me. I was in a rush to get to work and so despite my desire to hang out a bit, I decided to ignore her. I wound up the garden hose and walked into the garage to get my car keys and there the Duck was again...inside my garage waiting. Now I really wanted to spend some time with it but I needed to get out of there so I walked her out....shut the garage, and started the motor. I think she got the message, so she started waddling across the street to hit up our neighbor who was watering some potted plants. As I drove off, I saw her looking down at her.