Iím in Denver in one
Iím in Denver in one of the five or so seats in the gate areas with access to an outlet. Some guy comes up to me and asks me what the local time is. I tell him, and thenÖ
A little bird lands next to me. On the carpet. Inside. This is not an escaped domestic bird. I donít know birds from whatever, but this is a little brown-swallow looking bird who clearly has no business being inside.
In feeling sorry for the bird, who I imagine must be confused, But Iím clearly projecting. For all I know, the bird came in here on purpose because he had had enough of hanging around outside where itís hot (this being Denver in late June). If I were a bird, I suppose one of the best places to go other than a ballpark would be an airport.
Anyway, it was a very weird moment when that bird landed next to me, and I thought Iíd share.
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