“Do any of them look like our ‘birds of a feather’ to YOU, Alice?”
! I could get-out and bob my Neck and get there faster.
Bob? Bob White?
Have you read Edward T. Hall’s The Silent Language ? It explains why Bob’s having such difficulty, among other things.
I wonder if he asked for directions on how to get there.
I was trying to find three adjacent spots.
But all the good spaces are taken!
Likely a short drive…
I was watching pigeons land in a tree. They have no clue about parking pretty. If they had lights, they’d all be smashed in two days.
It’s tougher when you are trying to back in.
Bob’s just trying to find a three-spot since birds of a feather park together.
…Bob IS your uncle…
I am not one of those people who circle the parking lot for hours looking for the closet space. If it’s within walking distance, I’ll take it.
I love to watch people at the gym do this.
He’s just Bob, Bob, Bobbin’ along.
Just a little feather.
At least Bob doesn’t have to worry about Junior demanding to stop because he “has to go”.
Too many birds on the wire, Henrietta!
A few years ago, the geese and ducks on our local river kept to their respective groups. Now they mingle freely. There seems to be a lesson there.
Some people are too cheap to park next to a meter so they will walk a few miles.
Some people are too cheap to park next to a meter so they will walk a long ways.
“But honey, they’re not our kind.” Janis Ian, Society’s Child
Dave named the bird correctly in this cartoon. My husband Bob is always looking for the perfect parking spot. There was the time we went into a rest stop towing a travel trailer and he kept passing up space after space looking for “the one.” Got to the end of the row and there were no more. So, it was on down the interstate to the next one. Told him he’d just have to hold it since he couldn’t find the perfect spot. Needless to say, he picked the very first one at the next rest stop.
July 17, 2015