Geese are evil. Inevitably, at this time of year, I begin to complain about the birds and how they litter the sidewalks with feces. They hiss frequently and dart quick looks in your direction as if at any minute they’d crack and start chasing you with wings flapping like razor sharp war fans.

I tend to park on the upper level parking lot. I just like open air instead of the dark underground area. There’s this one goose that now likes to sit by the archway leading to the upper level. The other day, I saw it standing on some cars parked by the archway. In particular, it was standing all high and mighty on a blue Jaguar. I’m sure the owner had to unhappily deal with the mess of black goo when he got back to his car.

By the archway, there’s this convex mirror that allows people coming out of the upper level to see oncoming traffic coming from the lower levels. Without the mirror, drivers are simply unable to see whether cars are coming or not. The goose that I’ve mentioned likes to sit right next to that mirror. It has recently tipped the mirror upwards. As a result, the mirror doesn’t show coming traffic, but provides a nice view of the sky. Yesterday, as I was pulling out of the parking lot, I inched slowly out of the place. I thought it was totally clear, so I started to make my turn. When I finished, to my surprise, I had cut off a white VW Beetle.

Geese are damn evil.