Here's a little story:

Todd woke up this morning to the same black room that he did every morning. As his eyes adjusted he could see the green hue on the walls that his alarm clock generated. He blasted his arm out an hit the alarm. Thud. It shut up, it knew better than to bother todd at this hour in the morning. The rest of the morning was routine. Todd showered, ate and brushed until he deamed himself presentable to the office.



As todd walked down the street he saw the usual things, pan handlers and hurried executives who scurried in and out of the nameless faces on the street. Just when 10th street hit, todd looked up at the bridge like he normally did. It was covered with pidgeons as usual. Today their were 10, which was a pretty good showing. The light turned green and Todd started the trek across the street, about hald way through the intersection todd felt something wet on his face.



Looking down he saw nothing, no other rain drops. Then he noticed a rather large white spot on his shoulder. One of the pidgeons had BOMBED him. Todd looked straight ahead and a smile creeped across his face. Finally something not in the routine had happened to him, he had hope for today.