Hi! I'm Jake!
Last week, I worked with Jim Short at Rivercenter Comedy Club in San Antonio, Texas. Those 8 shows were a blast! Each show was better than the previous show. The final show, the Sunday late show was amazing! I'm thankful for that.
Rivercenter Comedy Club is located a couple blocks from the historical Alamo, right in the epicenter of San Antonio's tourist trap. Tourists clog the streets. Employees at local restaurants don't like the tourists, so they frown a lot. They joylessly take their time bringing out their chain restaurant food.
So, Jim, Callie (my fianceè), and I decided to walk as far away from downtown as our hungry stomachs could take us. We sought out delicious, local, San Antonio cuisine. We found it a mile from downtown, at a little restaurant called Taco Garage.
Now, Sunday was a hot muggy, day. We checked inside Taco Garage to see if it was any cooler than their outside. Nope. The slight, almost imperceptible breeze outside made outside dining somewhat more pleasant. Sitting outside gave us a chance to people watch. Turns out, it also gave us a chance to pigeon watch.
The restaurant which shall heretofore remain nameless, had several un-bussed tables. Pigeons, enjoying the food scrap bounty each dirty table offered, fearlessly feasted- which indicates these tables are dirty on a regular basis. These fat pigeons eat there all the time.
In some ways, the pigeon antics were fun to watch. These rats of the sky had difficulty eating full-sized tortillas, so they flopped them in the air like Italians with their pizza dough. They were territorial, too; the pigeons fiercely wrestled baby birds- and even crows- for every morsel.
Honestly, if I was a pigeon, I'd fight somebody for that food too: Taco Garage makes extremely delicious, authentic Mexican food. It is soooo good! We knew it. The pigeons knew it. So they battled for food. They chased the other birds. They pecked. They tortilla tossed. We had food and a show!
However, I soon realized the price for our entertainment: bird poop adorned our table. If the food wasn't so good, we would have left. I ate my delicious, molè-slathered chicken enchiladas- hoping my tasty wouldn't have a digestive price. Pigeon poo does not do my insides any favors.
Callie, Jim, and I left full, and lethargic. Even though those fat pigeons had a great feast that day, I am still thankful I am not one of those devil-eyed sky rats. So, here are 3 Things I Am Thankful for because I Am Not a Pigeon:
1. Pigeons have to scavenge for their food.
Pigeons can't cook eggs. They can't grill a steak. Pigeons can't order chicken enchiladas. They have to wait for us humans to leave our dirty plates before they can eat. If they try eating before we leave, they might get a punch to the face! That's right, next time you see a pigeon eating your food, punch it in the face!
That is one of the worst things about being a scavenger: your nutrition depends on old ladies and dirty restaurants. Stupid bird bums! I'm thankful I don't have that problem!
2. Pigeons have weird eyeballs.
If you dress like the devil, you will fail any job interview- unless they are casting a devil. It's the same thing with pigeons. They can't get jobs. That's because their eyes look like devil eyes. That is inappropriate for any non-devil job interview. Maybe that's why pigeons act like beggar homeless people all the time: they can't get jobs because of their devil eyes but then it's somehow my job to feed them? Well, pigeons can go suck an egg if they I'm going to pay their rent!
Anyway, I'm glad I have a job- kind of. I am so thankful I don't have stupid pigeon devil eyes!
3. Pigeons can't type very well.
Again, pigeons! If you can't learn a basic skill set like typing, you are going to be jobless. Again, pigeons! Again! You contribute nothing to society! You're everybody's burden! Why don't you go back to that restaurant job where you flip tortillas for tourist entertainment?! I'd be thankful for that!
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| Rivercenter Comedy Club, courtesy of Google Maps |
Rivercenter Comedy Club is located a couple blocks from the historical Alamo, right in the epicenter of San Antonio's tourist trap. Tourists clog the streets. Employees at local restaurants don't like the tourists, so they frown a lot. They joylessly take their time bringing out their chain restaurant food.
So, Jim, Callie (my fianceè), and I decided to walk as far away from downtown as our hungry stomachs could take us. We sought out delicious, local, San Antonio cuisine. We found it a mile from downtown, at a little restaurant called Taco Garage.
Now, Sunday was a hot muggy, day. We checked inside Taco Garage to see if it was any cooler than their outside. Nope. The slight, almost imperceptible breeze outside made outside dining somewhat more pleasant. Sitting outside gave us a chance to people watch. Turns out, it also gave us a chance to pigeon watch.
The restaurant which shall heretofore remain nameless, had several un-bussed tables. Pigeons, enjoying the food scrap bounty each dirty table offered, fearlessly feasted- which indicates these tables are dirty on a regular basis. These fat pigeons eat there all the time.In some ways, the pigeon antics were fun to watch. These rats of the sky had difficulty eating full-sized tortillas, so they flopped them in the air like Italians with their pizza dough. They were territorial, too; the pigeons fiercely wrestled baby birds- and even crows- for every morsel.
Honestly, if I was a pigeon, I'd fight somebody for that food too: Taco Garage makes extremely delicious, authentic Mexican food. It is soooo good! We knew it. The pigeons knew it. So they battled for food. They chased the other birds. They pecked. They tortilla tossed. We had food and a show!
However, I soon realized the price for our entertainment: bird poop adorned our table. If the food wasn't so good, we would have left. I ate my delicious, molè-slathered chicken enchiladas- hoping my tasty wouldn't have a digestive price. Pigeon poo does not do my insides any favors.
Callie, Jim, and I left full, and lethargic. Even though those fat pigeons had a great feast that day, I am still thankful I am not one of those devil-eyed sky rats. So, here are 3 Things I Am Thankful for because I Am Not a Pigeon:
1. Pigeons have to scavenge for their food.
Pigeons can't cook eggs. They can't grill a steak. Pigeons can't order chicken enchiladas. They have to wait for us humans to leave our dirty plates before they can eat. If they try eating before we leave, they might get a punch to the face! That's right, next time you see a pigeon eating your food, punch it in the face!
That is one of the worst things about being a scavenger: your nutrition depends on old ladies and dirty restaurants. Stupid bird bums! I'm thankful I don't have that problem!
2. Pigeons have weird eyeballs.
If you dress like the devil, you will fail any job interview- unless they are casting a devil. It's the same thing with pigeons. They can't get jobs. That's because their eyes look like devil eyes. That is inappropriate for any non-devil job interview. Maybe that's why pigeons act like beggar homeless people all the time: they can't get jobs because of their devil eyes but then it's somehow my job to feed them? Well, pigeons can go suck an egg if they I'm going to pay their rent!
Anyway, I'm glad I have a job- kind of. I am so thankful I don't have stupid pigeon devil eyes!
3. Pigeons can't type very well.
Again, pigeons! If you can't learn a basic skill set like typing, you are going to be jobless. Again, pigeons! Again! You contribute nothing to society! You're everybody's burden! Why don't you go back to that restaurant job where you flip tortillas for tourist entertainment?! I'd be thankful for that!
