I’m getting too old for this shit

A few days ago, for the first time since my daughter was born, a pigeon totally tagged me while I was out taking a walk.

It was a good shot, too. You’ve really got to hand it to the little guy. There was a time, not too long ago, when a bomb that heavy would have ruined my afternoon.

But not anymore, as I was surprised to discover. “Is that all you’ve got, pigeon?” I said to myself. “What do you think I am, some kind of poop amateur?”