This happened to me a while back, but it is still as vivid like it happened just yesterday.

So there I was, waiting on the street for my friend to pick me up. I was less anti-social back then, so I didn’t really distract myself with music or games. Instead, I just looked at my surroundings. It was basically just people going on about their daily routines, and me pondering on whether they liked their job, their life…

Two pigeons on the curb, just picking up some dropped bread crumbs from a passerby’s Subway sandwich. One was happily eating it’s way through, the other, however, was picking up the crumbs and throwing them on the street. “Such an ass.” I thought, even if you didn’t want to eat, at least leave it as it is. After a few minutes of taking and throwing, the other bird was already on the street. Just then, BAM, a car runs over it. It took me a whole minute to realize what I saw – a masterfully executed murder. It was cold. Ruthless. Why would a pigeon do such a thing?

When I was trying to digest the whole process, I noticed someone, or something, staring at me. It was the murderer. It didn’t move; it just stood there. It knew I saw. Just when I started to think that a psycho-pigeon is scheming to cut off loose ends, my friend arrived. It was a really unpleasant wait. When I looked back, the pigeon was gone.

Or was it?