Last week during the heat wave, this duck (and accomplice in background) tried to get into our building through the rotating doors. Most of us speculate that the animal was suffering from heat dementia as most of our building's inhabitants spend their days trying to get out, not get in.
On a cute side note, Mary from PR set out a bowl of milk and crackers on the back stoop where the smokers hang.
Me and other coworkers speculate they are here as vendors trying to sell insurance.
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Growing up, I lived nextdoor to an Italian Deli called Bobby G's. Over the years, as various kids in my household worked there, and being neighbors and all, Bobby G himself became an ad-hoc uncle. Sometimes he was the only adult around, and he'd yell out the door to his store if we were doing something that a we shouldn't, or even come charging out with a baseball bat should we need defending from some unsavory characters (that can happen in a shore town).
Anyway, my then-cat Nuge, would routinely follow me into Bobby G's when I went in for a quick Pepsi. Bobby didn't mind at all, and would actually get pissed at the random patron waiting for his cheesesteak if he protested.
FYI: I'm not sure that this anecdote correlates to your story at all. It's just what I thought of. Probably because I'm hungry and I would saw off my right arm to get myself in a time machine and travel back about 12 years so I could order an Italian Hoagie with no vegetables & oil from Bobby G's. It remains the single most delicious sandwich evah. It was the only thing I'd order. I would either literally yell out of my backdoor "Bobby make me a sandwich" or call up the store, at which Bobby would pick up the phone and just tell me how long it would be until my sandwich was ready and hang up. He didn't have to ask what I wanted. And when I went to pick it up, he didn't bat an eyelash when I would head right behind the counter and ring myself up so he wouldn't have to stop making whatever delicious sandwich he was making.
I really should have just blogged about Bobby G's, huh?
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