This post is not going to be interesting. I'm setting the bar right now. This is simply me telling you of something that happened to me a few days ago. (Did I mention that this was not going to be interesting?)
I notice odd things in life. I think my senses are screwed up. I have a bad sense of smell but my nose will pick up the most obscure scents lingering around. (That not only has some advantages but it also some VERY distinct disadvantages.) My hearing is similar. I can hear a fly flying around in another room or even a conversation going on through walls and upstairs/downstairs in my house but, for some reason, I can't hear my wife telling me that the trash needs to go out, even when she is standing in front of me ...and looking directly at me ... and making me repeat the words that I obviously can't hear! (Again... advantages and disadvantages.)
This rare oddity also works with my sight. I have impaired vision (thus the glasses) but I will SEE the strangest things. I don't say anything because I don't want my wife to think I'm crazy. (We have a lifetime to be together. I don't want to have this "weird sight thing" held over me for the next 40 - 50 years.) I'm still not convince that I'm seeing something strange or that I'm interpreting what I see strangely. (See why I can't tell my wife?) Anyway... here is an example of what I'm talking about.
The End (First): I had to ask myself, "Do animals, like birds, thrill seek?"
The Beginning (Second... because I'm cool like that.): So I was driving home from work the other day. There was nothing special about the trip until I made the last turn and I was on my street. I noticed a little bird in the road on my side of the street.
Initially, there was nothing strange about that either as it happens all of the time. But that fowl looked foul. He looked like he wanted to play chicken! Of course I'm going to win this because every physics lesson I remember from high school tells me that staying on the present course was only going to end badly for the birdie. (Basic Math had me winning this too: little bird 0.5 lbs + BIG BAD SUV 4000 lbs = me winning EVERY SINGLE time!)
Even with the Vegas House style odds greatly in my favor, I am by no means evil (at least I'm not admitting to it here). So I did slow down a little bit to give the bird some more time to check with his bookie. (If it had been a cat, I can't say I would have been as nice. But before I get email from the cat-lovers out there... I would have slowed down for a cat, too... just not as much.) After getting a text from his bookie, the bird decided it was a battle he can't win. So he hopped over to the left lane and admitted defeat. (For my UK (United Kingdom not University of Kentucky or Kansas) fans, you are now considered driving in the bird lane.) The victory was mine... or so I thought. Apparently, the ACTUAL competition had yet to begin.
Now, I'm the smart one here. I am the creature of higher intelligence. Between the bird and ME, I'm the one who knows that regular birds can't out-fly this car. That knowledge alone should be enough to just smile about what happened and move one. It's moments like these that men should rise above petty competition for zero gain. We must take the high road. But thinking about it, the high road would technically have been easier for the bird... since he can fly! And THAT knowledge was what I allowed to "drive" my decision. Oh... IT WAS ON! (For the female of the human species: The male of the species is missing the gene that allows us to take the high road when we have been challenged to a competition. (It's similar for dares.) It has been a curse every since Eve challenged Adam to an apple eating contest. She won... He lost twice!)
So, I was driving. The bird was flying. I'm speeding up a little because I'm not going to let that bird take me in a race that I didn't know I was going to be in. It's just not happening. At that moment, I look forward (which is where I should have been looking to begin with) instead of at the bird to my side and I see there is another car coming toward us (in HIS lane, of course). I then realize I have this race in the bag. So I don't even need to push it. I let off the gas a little (but not enough to let the bird win.) It should have been over and done with at this point. The car was coming. I'm sure the bird saw it. And being a bird, he should have just flown OVER the car coming and that should have been it. But since I'm taking the time to tell this story, you should know that the normal route wasn't take.
The bird wasn't budging. Not only did he play chicken with my car, he was playing chicken with the car coming toward us. I honestly thought I was about to see feathers go flying over the roof of the oncoming car. But that didn't happen. That bird (and I will promise on a stack of bibles or testify in a congressional hearing), instead of going OVER the other car (again, he could do it at any time... he's a bird), chose to kick it into another gear. He flew even faster at the oncoming car and cut into my lane in front of me at the last second! I tripped out! That was one of the craziest things I had ever seen! He won the stupid race.
After he had performed his daredevil feat, he FINALLY decided to fly upwards. I'm sure when he felt he was clear he turned toward me and waived a wing (kinda hard to tell when they are flying) and said, "See ya sucka!" I'm also pretty sure he literally gave me "the bird" too and went on his merry way. (But I can't confirm that one.) I wanted to explain to the bird that I let off the gas as an act of kindness. I wanted to let him know that even in competition, men will still sometimes submit to act of humanity. I also wanted to explain to the bird that I let him win because my street has 2 cops that live on it and they don't like speeding. There were a lot of reasons I LET the bird win that day. But if I tried to explain that to him, do you think he would have listened? I doubt it. Which really stinks because there is a bird somewhere in this world that thinks it won that race and defeated two humans in a game of chicken. But my readers know what really happened. It was my single act of kindness that let him live to tell the tale to all of his little avian buddies.
Aren't you glad this wasn't about it a cat. This story might have had a different ending. :)