I hope everyone is having a great week and is ready for the weekend. Since this week hasn't consisted of too many exciting things for me, I figured I would have some story time today. While eating Chiptole yesterday with my friend Alex he told a story that I thought I would share. My retelling of the tale will not do it justice, but I'll try my best.
As I was in the middle of stuffing my face with a Fajita Burrito with rice, extra veggies, chicken, mild and corn salsa, sour cream and cheese, Al was still preoccupied with what happened to him the day before.
"Dude you're not gonna believe what happened to me yesterday!" he said to me. If you knew him, you'd be used to hearing this type of beginning to his stories. For some reason really weird shit always seems to happen to him.
"I was going to visit my grandmother, so I went to buy her some donuts at Kane's." (Kane's is a local donut shop that is famous for pretty much all of their breakfast treats, but I love their honey dip donuts. They really may be some of the best in the world. If you haven't gone and live in this area I suggest you do. OK, Back to the story)
"I park the car and walk down the sidewalk towards Kane's. As I turn the corner of the building I look up and see this HUGE turkey standing at the door staring right at me. We made perfect eye contact with each other for like ten seconds. I didn't want to piss it off so I started to turn around to head back to my car. All of a sudden I heard feathers flapping furiously. I look over my shoulder and the thing is running right at me making crazy sounds. I said Holy Shit and start sprinting back to the car trying to open the door as fast as I could before the thing got me. The doors were locked and I didn't have time to find my key. I dove onto the hood and slid across to the other side. I took my keys and starting waving them at the thing to scare it away. It stopped for a minute so I dove in the passenger door. The thing was staring at me right outside the window so I started the car and took off down the street. I'm gonna get that turkey back though don't worry."
I wish I actually had a tape recorder while he was telling the story because it was way funnier the way he told it. Anyways, I didn't really believe him at first, but who the hell would make up a story about a giant turkey chasing you down the street when you're trying to buy your sweet old grandmother donuts. The thing that made me laugh the hardest was what happened next.
This morning I opened the paper to a random page while eating my breakfast. I couldn't believe what I saw on the page in front of me.
Enjoy your weekend, and if you're in the area watch out for the damn turkey.