Who Brings a rooster to the Redbox? Rooster Man, that's who. My hubby and I made a quick trip to pick up a flick Saturday. As he scrolled through the available DVDs, I sat in the car and people watched. A man and his wife parked next to us. Just an ordinary couple . . . until I looked closer.
The man sat in the passenger seat cuddling something. Yes, I said cuddling. This something was large and feathery. And by large, I mean huge. I stared at them, blinked, then stared some more. So did everyone else in the parking lot. I know it's rude, but this is what I saw. You'd stare, too.
This is not an actual photo, but it's close. I swear.
Okay, maybe it was more like this, but bigger and cockier, and bigger. Did I mention it was huge?
Seriously. I really saw a man, who will live forever in my mind as, Rooster Man, with his arms wrapped around this feathery thing that was larger than my neighbor's dog. My first thought, right after, What the heck? was, Where's my phone? I have to take a picture.
I patted every pocket, searched the depths of my purse, cursed my forgetful self. No phone. No pic. No proof. How could I leave my phone home when Rooster Man made an appearance? I felt like I'd missed my opportunity to capture Big Foot on film. You don't get a second chance at a thing like this.
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