Sitting in my car in the gym parking lot.
Looking in the rear-view mirror.
Just watched a shady-ass crow hop on someone’s hood.
Yell out my sunroof, “Shady-ass crow, what are you up to?”
No answer.
This means I have to investigate.
Because crows are evil geniuses.
Also, I’m looking for good ideas.
*Quoth the raven, “Ideas galore.” (wikipedia)
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