“A Lovely Story about a Beautiful Bird,” by Courtney and Tony Drobick, or “You’re Going to Get Bird Flu and Die in a Car Crash,” as Narrated by Robin Olson and Autumn Wolfer

This morning, on my way to work, I was talking to Kelly for our daily 40 minute chat.  (What do we find to talk about?  I don’t know.  But amazingly, it wasn’t American Idol, even though it was on last night and someone, please, for the love of God and all that’s holy, get rid of that rotten blond girl.)  While we’re chatting (never mind the Chicago Police and their silly rules about cell phones) I get a text from my husband.  Since my phone rocks, it continues beeping at me until I open the message.  It says, and I quote, “I just picked up a little yellow bird and it flew away out of my hand!  I may be a saint or something!”    After laughing myself stupid, I text him back (while still on the phone with Kel — what did we do without cell phones?) and his next response is that it was “Just chillin on the sidewalk!”

When I got to work, I was still kind of laughing to myself — and if you know Tony, you can imagine the picture this made; I can just see him standing by himself, full of wonder at this random one of God’s creatures taking flight from his hands — so I sent an email to my mom and my friend Autumn (also mentioned in various other posts.)  The following are the verbatim emails (save the addresses, Mama has kind of an important job and so does Autumn, and I don’t need MORE emails at work) that follow all morning.

Now, we know a string of emails usually reads top to bottom, but for form’s sake and easy reading, I’ve reversed them.

From: Courtney@work
To: Autumn@marketinggenius.com; mama@importantgovtjob.com
Sent: Wednesday, April 01, 2009 9:19am
Subject: Ha!

Tony texted me this morning — he was outside of Walgreens and there was a little yellow bird “just chilling” on the sidewalk.  He picked it up and it flew out of his hands, prompting him to remark, “I think I must be some sort of saint!”

Courtney Drobick
Client Relations Assistant
Big Tree Place

From: Mama@importantgovtjob.com
Sent: Wednesday, April 01 9:27am
To: Courtney@work; autumn@marketinggenius.com
Subject: RE: Ha!

Or an angel!  Very sweet but being from the health field…….Has he heard of Bird Flu?  Don’t be picking up cute little birds!!  We know Tony’s luck!

Mama
Important Govt. Person

From: Courtney@work
To: Autumn@marketinggenius.com; mama@importantgovtjob.com
Sent: Wednesday, April 01, 2009 9:32am
Subject: RE: Ha!

Hey — Debbie Downer!  Stop peeing in my cornflakes!
Courtney Drobick
Client Relations Assistant
Big Tree Place

From: Autumn@marketinggenius.com
Sent: Wed, 4/1/2009 9:40am
To: Courtney@work; mama@importantgovtjob.com
Subject: RE: Ha!

Awe, I LOVE this story!  And just the sheer picture of Tony, cigarette in one hand, picking up a little yellow bird, coddling it and then releasing it free as if he pulled it out of a cage is HYSTERICAL!!!!!!  Awe, I think that alone is worth a few days of the bird flue.  But I would still tell him to make sure he washes his hands!

Autumn
Doer of all things Marketing

From: Mama@importantgovtjob.com
Sent: Wednesday, April 01 9:52am
To: Courtney@work; autumn@marketinggenius.com
Subject: RE: Ha!

I know, I know!  Just picturing the idyllic picture of Tony picking up the bird, holding it sweetly, talking softly and then POW -the little sucker takes a chunk out of his hand!
Mama
Important Govt. Person

From: Autumn@marketinggenius.com
Sent: Wed, 4/1/2009 9:57am
To: Courtney@work; mama@importantgovtjob.com
Subject: RE: Ha!

Ha ha!  I would also imagine, given Courtney and Tony’s luck, that a hospital visit and a rabies shot would follow shortly after.  Followed by some sort of car problem to or from said hospital!

Autumn
Doer of all things Marketing

A few notes from myself…….

– Tony and I are just that kind of people.  We’re happy and love stuff like this.  The primary difference is that his interaction with a bird was lovely; the stuff, if it were happening to anyone else, that would be considered a good luck charm, a beautiful sign, or just a nice moment.  My last interaction with a bird was the one that plummeted to his death on the rocks directly next to me while I was trying to relax outside, reading a book.   (Also?  It didn’t die right away, instead gasping for breath out of his broken beak while I sobbed UNCONTROLLABLY until Tony told me to put a paper towel over and go inside, for God’s sake, until he got home and could bury it properly.)

– Mama?  Just because my cat bit you to the point of requiring an emergency room visit does not mean that all God’s creatures are evil.

– I think that now it should be patently clear that A) I am not exaggerating my life when I put up stories on here, and B) EVERYONE, from my mother to my closest friends, is always waiting for “And then we got struck by lightning,” part to the end of any story from myself or my husband.

Completely unrelated — this whole story makes me think of a guy I used to work with whose friend was driving his Tracker without the top through downtown Chicago when a goose jumped in the car while he was at a light – a picture that still makes me laugh seven years later and cementing that we will never own any sort of convertible.

Anyone else have these sorts of interactions?

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