Greensboro is FULL of Canadian Geese. I don't know why. We have TONS of ponds, lakes, green parks... I guess a lot of American cities have Canadian Geese, though. That's fine. I'd do a Google search for you to site the statistics if it weren't O-dark:30 in the morning. But I have to tell you about these damn geese.
After spending lots of money fixing my car so I can drive to Florida next month to rent an apartment (WOO HOO!!!) I was driving down what is arguably the busiest street in Greensboro. [Dallas friends and other big city dwellers: I know how ridiculous that statement is, but give it your best shot at the jokes.] Anywho - all that aside - there are still dangerous vehicles bearing down on you at 50 mph or more wanting to get where they're going and be there 10 minutes ago.
So here I am on my way to my friend's house to watch a movie when I come over a hill and see several cars going MUCH slower than normal on the other side of this 7-lane highway. Then I notice the problem: There are about TWELVE CANADIAN GEESE AND THEIR SMALL OFFSPRING in the center turn lane, all huddled together; TWO OF THE BABIES are actually on a sit down strike - resting in the middle of this busy highway. I slam on my (new and improved) brakes, but only because there was absolutely no one at all behind me in any of the three possible lanes they could have been in. The Universe, being on my side as usual, had me in the center lane. I hit my emergency flashers, got out of my car, leaving my car door open, checked for traffic behind me again (NOTHING AT ALL COMING YET! - HOW COOL WAS THAT?!) and proceeded to start yelling at the geese to get going. I ran over to get behind them and started herding geese. I was yelling at them as if they understood me - which most animals usually do (I communicate very well with animals). I started flailing my arms about like a monkey... the whole time checking for traffic. As the geese were approaching about half way across, here comes the traffic from over the hill. As they come over the hill they are seeing my black Honda in the middle lane, door open, flashers on, and geese being herded across the road by a mad woman. I'm just hoping there wasn't a photographer for the local paper in the backup.
A few of the cars barely slowed down and used the turning (center) lane to pass and be on their way (ASSHOLES). Most of them, however, respected what was going on and slowed to let the damn geese get across the road. Why did the geese cross the road? I don't know. I forgot to ask in my haste. Besides, they were mad at me for hurrying them across. One even snapped at me. I told him I didn't care; he just needed to get going. Nice guys never get any respect.
When all but one was on the curb, I ran back to my car and sped (and I do mean PEELED) off.
As I got to my car door, though, one woman rolled down her window and yelled, "THANK YOU!" to me. Cool.
About Me
- Debi Butler
- There once was a woman who was not destined to have children. She was, instead, destined to help others through learning from her own experiences and losses. She grew stronger and stronger while living her incredible life until eventually her path became clearer and clearer. Her friends rallied round her to strengthen and help attain her goals. She began helping people, some that were even sick and in pain, to find ways of feeling better and living more joyfully. It was [and still is!] a terrific adventure!
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