Something I notice every day as I walk to lecture through the parkette behind my apartment is this old Asian lady feeding the pigeons. I never really gave much attention to her other than making a mental note that she was there and feeding the pigeons. Always the same Asian lady, always the same parkette, pigeons. The other day on my way home, I saw an old European lady feeding the pigeons in one of the gardens on campus. I had a thought. Seeing her made me go into a deeply strange and ridiculous story. I imagined going to another parkette nearby. There, walking through and scattering seeds, was a different old lady feeding pigeons. Could these grannies be organized? Is there some kind of Old Ladies Feeding Pigeons Union? I always thought the city of Toronto had a secret underworld. I just never thought that it would be run by old ladies. They fight for their lives, they fight for their turf, they fight for their pigeon feed. I wonder if they’re split by race or home country or if it’s just like area vs. area and each gang of pigeon feeding old ladies has control over specific neighbourhoods.
The Chicago Outfit A.K.A. “The Capones” – Chicago, 1920-1931. The Irish Mob – Boston, 1800’s -Present. Italian Mafia – New York City, ? – Present. Pigeon Ladies – Toronto, 1980 – Present. What do all of these have in common? Ruthless, badass, cold-blooded criminals.
Ever wonder what Grandma does when you’re away at school or work? Pigeon Lady. Why does Grandma smell the way she does? Pigeons. Think Grandma has dementia? That’s just so you’ll never suspect that she’s running a bootleg alcohol, drug and pigeon feed racket out of your basement. Grandma didn’t actually get lost on her walk today. She went to the house of a Pigeon lady from a rival gang and switched all her pills for placebos. Good one Grandma. That’ll teach that rotten bitch to feed pigeons on your turf.
This is the retarded shit that goes through my head.
I don’t think it’s normal
I wonder if anyone else ever thinks these things.