The wife and I went to the Meyerson this past Sunday for a concert. As usual, it was freezing in there. Uncharacteristically, my wife forgot to bring a jacket. So at intermission, while I was buying some refreshments, she bolted for the outdoors.
When I got outside she was returning, all hunched over and warning others to stay out from under the trees.
You see, the smokers also go outside and she was trying to get past them to fresher air. That took her under a canopy of trees full of grackles fresh from the fields. The grackles were settling down for the night and performing their pre-bedtime constitutionals. She got hit twice: once on the head and once on the shoulder (a black blouse).
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