@The Psyientist 503972 wrote:
Weirdest shit I’ve ever seen whilst sober happened about 2 months ago. I was walking through a local park on my way home from some retail therapy. I could see a young man about my age coming towards me on a bmx with a rucksack in one hand. I couldn’t put my finger on it but even from a distance I could sense he was on drugs and something strange was about to happen. I slowed my pace to see what was going on, this guys eyes were darting in every direction seemingly making sure he wasn’t being watched. He seemed to look right through me as we were feet away. Abruptly he bailed off the bike as he past me and clutching the rucksack jumped over a fence to access the park’s pond. Still looking around but somehow failing to see me he knelt by the waters edge with the rucksack (as if about to release fish back into the water). What happened next will be a memory I’ll probably take to the grave. He opened the rucksack and at least 5 or 6 seagulls came flying out. He then casually zipped up his bag, got back on his bike and fucked off. I just stood there in a stupor. How and where the fuck did he get the seagulls and what the hell was he doing? This planet is full of interesting fucked up individuals.
He is obviously an operative for the Seagull Liberation Front, or perhaps got them free when purchasing the bag. Or perhaps they ate his stash, he was on his way to dispose of the evidence when they revived.
Or, just possibly, he’s got a part time job as a scarecrow and was taking his work home with him.
Seagull smuggler? Sounds unlikely. They’re big birds though, must have been a BIG bag.
