Last night I was headed home from helping out with the youth group and I pulled up to a red light next to a pickup truck that had a sizable array of speakers mounted in the bed. These weren't the normal kind of home or car speakers but more like the ones you see at football stadiums and other outdoor arenas, the kind that are horn-shaped. The truck also had a decent-sized spotlight that the driver was operating from the cab. We were in the downtown area and he kept pointing it at the sky-scrapers and waving it around. This had the earmarks of adolescent entertainment on a Sunday night, trying to squeeze some fun out of the last few hours of the weekend before returning to school the next day.
Except there was that sign on the back window of the cab that said something about bird control.
Oh, and the crow-sounding bird calls that were LOUDLY emmanating from the speakers in the cab of the truck; that was a bit unusual too. It sounded like one very large crow whose size in no way had changed the pitch of its voice. Over and over and over again it screached from the bed of this truck while the driver waved a light around the buildings seeming to be in some kind of seizure.
Our light turned green; the truck headed into the heart of downtown and I continued home.
Most. Surreal. Experience. Ever.
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