Fifteen minutes of trekking around the nearly vacant downtown of Little Rock in search of coffee, Biceps and I witnessed several peculiar occurrences.
We had no idea that this southern town would offer a plethora of bizarre events-to be shared with the generations to come.
This, my dear readers, is a bird sticking its fluffy little body out of a small opening in the surface of a storefront. He and many of his friends, live in these holes.
Why are the holes there? One can only speculate.
That “stuff” below the bird is, yes, bird dookie. Apparently, it’s better to live up top than down below.
I think he’s pretty proud of himself and his positioning in life. There’s nothing more irritating than a proud bird.
Moving on…there is much more freakishness to see.
Is this possible by human efforts or has some mythological creature paid the trunk of this car a visit?
Could it have been subject to an anvil dropped by a road runner?
One can only speculate once more.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one:
A box truck drives into a lot. There’s this lonely sign in the lot that says to the box truck, ‘Hey, park really, really close to me. I’m lonely.’
But when the box tried to leave the parking lot, the lonely sign couldn’t bear the thought of being by himself again and he grabbed onto the box truck for dear life.
So, the moral of the story is, never listen to talking signs.
And always take your camera with you when you go to Little Rock.