A short while later the light changed and we all walked forward, crossing the intersection. It was pretty crowded on the street and I was more or less forced to walk behind the mother and daughter as they forged a way through the oncoming sea of pedestrians. She obviously thought I looked a bit goofy because the little girl kept looking back at me and smiling.
I was meeting a friend for coffee and half-way down the next block I turned into the coffee shop where we had scheduled our meet. My friend was already there, so I took off my jacket and joined her at her table. We greeted each other and I ordered a coffee and a cookie from the waitress just in time to see the woman and daughter walk into the coffee shop. The place was crowded and so the mother stood there for a while looking around. The only two seats together were at our table.
The mother and her daughter walked over towards us and asked if we minded if she sat at our table. My friend told her we didn’t mind at all and she sat down and started taking her daughter’s coat off, as my friend and I continued our conversation.
During a lull in the conversation the little girl looked at me and said, “Hello, again.” Her mother looked at me and recognised me from as the man from the intersection. She apologised stating that her daughter talks to everyone she comes across. I was telling the mother it was fine and nothing to worry about it when a pigeon landed on the windowsill right in front of us. He gave a nervous look around him to make sure the coast was clear and immediately started pacing along the ledge outside the window.
The little girl was fascinated watching the bird when I suggested we drop a piece of my cookie out of the window for him. She smiled at me and said, “Yes, he will like some cookie.” So I stood up, stretched up and dropped a small piece of my cookie in the general direction of the pigeon. The pigeon thought he was under attack and, as he flapped his wings, the little girl laughed thinking it was funny a bird could be scared by the smallest piece of cookie.
Watching him fly off she waved her hand at our new feathered friend and came out with the funniest line I think I have ever heard in the whole history of my life.
“Goodbye, street chicken!”