A Turd

I was walking back from lunch today along the sidewalk in front of the strip-mall near my office. It’s a typical strip-mall – store after store, big parking lot, awnings, planters, shopping carts and weird people oddly strewn about the place.

As I’m rolling by one of the many brick planters (easily the size of a car) full of maintenance-free ivy, I notice a little brown spot on the backside. I stop to get a closer look.

It’s a bat.

It’s a fuzzy little bat hanging on the shaded side of the brick planter.

Amazed, I look around to share this nature vs. commercialism oddity with someone, but the only person close enough is some girl about 25 yards away. Having too much to do at work and being really hungry, I headed on my way.

Roughly 25 yards away from the scene I hear, “Is that a bat?”

I turn to the girl who is now at the bat and say, “Yes. It is.”

To which she replies, “I thought it was a turd something stuck on the wall the way you stopped to look at it all brown and stuff.”

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Was it special powers Charlie Brown had where all adults talked in a muddled tone? How do I get those powers and apply them to everyone?

– b