Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Although we weren't outside to witness the proceedings ourselves this past Sunday afternoon, we got a first person witness account of events that took place outside our once elegant and still enormous apartment building. A disoriented young man who was found wandering on the sidewalk dressed only in a leather jacket and one sock was tackled by the local constabulary. In their valiant attempt to make sure he was carrying no objects dangerous to the general public they had him stand up, bend over, and jump up and down. During these events a crowd of his good natured peers was on hand to take pictures with their cell phones while making ribald jokes.
After our traumatized storyteller had gone we pondered the impossibility of how anyone could make it from their apartment to the elevators and on down through the lobby of this busy enclave without anyone mentioning his sartorial blunder. Having given the matter due thought we arrived at a solution that, although it precludes him living at a higher elevation than the third floor, we feel is the only logical possibility:
When stepping out onto his balcony to breathe the fresh air of a warm spring afternoon he must have inadvertently tripped over a nesting pigeon. In an effort to avoid the delicate fledglings he stumbled and began to topple over the balcony. Meanwhile, the quick thinking pigeon mother grabbed the bottom of his trouser leg to arrest his fall but not being weighty enough to prevent his wingless plummet found herself with only his pants in her brave beak.
That must have been what happened.