I was at Sea World. I don't remember my exact age, but I was probably seven or eight. We were going to see Shamu perform. My parents bought me a delicious-looking cinnamon breadstick, upon which I was to nibble as I watched the show. And right as I was about to proceed with said nibbling, this seagull comes out of NOWHERE. He grabs my cinnamon stick in his beak, slapping me in the face with his wings multiple times. Let me tell you, that stings. He breaks off most of my breadstick and flies away with it. In the span of less than a second, the small child about to eat her tasty treat to a crying mass of treat-less misery. And there were red marks on my face shaped like wings that stuck around for a few minutes.
Mine was the last of the cinammon sticks the concession stand had, too. They felt sorry for me and gave me a free cookie, but it wasn't the same. :,(
Perhaps I'm only seeing half the story, though... it's possible that the bird had some sort of tragic past, driven to his actions by relentless parental abuse and the cold, heartless world that had turned a blind eye to his woe. But he was still a bastard for traumatizing small children. DX
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Date: 2007-05-29 01:05 am (UTC)Mine was the last of the cinammon sticks the concession stand had, too. They felt sorry for me and gave me a free cookie, but it wasn't the same. :,(
Perhaps I'm only seeing half the story, though... it's possible that the bird had some sort of tragic past, driven to his actions by relentless parental abuse and the cold, heartless world that had turned a blind eye to his woe. But he was still a bastard for traumatizing small children. DX