Oh, Stepford/Bronxville-

Tonight we went out to dinner with Sarah and Alex. As we're standing outside the Asian Bistro chatting and patiently waiting for our table, a duck flies smack into the glass window of the store next door. You'd be surprised how loud a noise a duck flying into a window makes. Anyhow, this duck is writhing in agony on the sidewalk beside us, little webby feet are flying up above him, and we've all got these horrible looks on our faces because we're watching this animal in some serious agony. If no one had been there but me, I would say that he was making these horrific lamentful quacks, but there were other people there, so I can't lie.

Anyhow, Cruella Deville in front of us however, was having none of this duck-dying business. She turns away and she's like "Could someone please.." and makes this hand motion, like, suggesting that someone kill the duck and put it out of it's flailing misery. Well, two seconds later, the duck gets up and walks away. Seriously. Why you gotta give up on the duck so easily? Why don't you give him a chance? Why you gotta send him to the big pond in the sky before it's his time? I believe in you, duck.