La cagada del colom /// Pigeon’s poo…

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Heu vist mai ploure dins de casa vostra? Costa imaginar oi? No ens enganyem, no és impossible, només cal una mica de vapor d’aigua al sostre del menjador i un efecte de condensació que provoqui la creació de gotes d’aigua i, per tant, pluja. Ara bé, el que si que és aparentment impossible és estar fent un cafè sota sostre i, de cop i volta, que una merda de colom caigui des de les alçades a 10cm de la teva tassa de cafè. Però una vegada més, res no és impossible.

El capuccino que faig cada matí al Hollywood Cafe ve servit en una tassa per emportar (estil Starbucks). Doncs bé, a mi m’agrada molt això d’obrir la tapa, llepar la xocolata que ha quedat enganxadeta a la part interior i, posteriorment, xarrupar l’escuma xocolatada. Després deixo la tassa oberta per tal que la resta de cafè es vagi refredant i vaig fent glops fins l’hora de tornar a classe.

El que mai havia considerat era la possibilitat que mentre jo deixés la tassa descoberta, un colom podria intentar arruïnar-me el matí.

Hollywood Cafè té la tradició de tenir obertes les portes del local, un gran incentiu per pardals i coloms que veuen en el local una senzilla manera d’aconseguir menjar (un “fast food” per aus). És curiós veure com els ocellets caminen pel parquet picotejant molles. Però el que era inèdit fins ara era que un colom gosés volar fins al sostre del local (alt, tot sigui dit), col·locar-se en posició ofensiva i provar d’ubicar una de les seves cacotes calentes a una tassa de cafè oberta. La meva, per exemple.

Ahir va ser el dia escollit per l’au. Va anar de 10 centímetres que una merda de colom no cau dins el meu capuccino. Mentre feia unes paraules amb la Sue i en Caio, de cop i volta, vam aturar la conversa després de percebre quelcom estrany, no sabíem què havia passat, però sabíem que alguna cosa havia canviat. Seguidament vam mirar cap a la taula, just al meu davant, i allà estava: txatxàn! El regal d’un colom.

Cares de fàstic, moviment de cadires, canvi de taula i riures sobre el que hagués pogut estar una autèntica desgràcia.

Per un moment vaig imaginar que el colom es cagava a la meva tassa oberta, jo només sentia un subtil “blub!” i seguidament, glop i apa, tot cap avall.

Qui sap… potser ho he fet un altre dia i no ho he notat…

Ara estic preocupat.

Cagun tot.

La evidència del crim /// Crime’s evidence

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Have you ever seen raining inside your home? Doesn’t look easy, does it? But don’t be surprised, is not impossible. You just need water’s vapor in your ceiling and a condensation effect to make up some drops and then turn them into rain. On the other hand, what’s apparently impossible is to be having an “indoor” coffee and, suddenly, see how a pigeon’s shit falls from above, just 10cm away from your cup of coffee. Once more, nothing is impossible.

As you know, my morning capuccino is prepared in a take away cup. Well, you might also know how much I like to uncover my cup and lick the sticked chocolate on the plastic lid. Then I like to leave my cup uncovered so the coffee can lose temperature and finally I can start having small sips until it’s time to go back class.

What I never had considered was the possibility of, while having my coffee without lid, a pigeon could try to ruin my peaceful morning.

The fact is that Hollywood Cafe has the tradition of leaving its doors open, a nice call for sparrows and pigeons who see in this an easy way to get some food. Kinda fast food for birds. It’s interesting to see how these little birds walk freely around the bakery picking some crumbs up. I got used to it. But what nobody had seen before was a bird flying to the top of the place (quite high, by the way), putting its ass facing to an opened cup and then, trying to put one of its warm poo into the mentioned cup. Mine, for example.

Yesterday was the chosen day by the bird. It was close. The shit fall 10cm away from my capuccino with already “two sugar”. Whilst talking with Caio and Sue, suddenly, we stopped talking after feeling that something had changed, we didn’t notice what had happened, but we knew that something weird just had occurred. We turn our faces to the table and there it was: prize! The pigeon’s present was right there.

Disgusting faces, chairs’ movement, table’s change and start laughing about what could have been an authentic disaster.

For a second I though how actually the bird could have pooped in my cup, how I could have heard just a “blubl!” and then, sip and so, everything to my stomach.

Who knows, maybe it wasn’t the first time and I’ve already drunk a pigeon’s shit.

Oopsie! Now I’m worried.

Shit!

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11 pensaments sobre “La cagada del colom /// Pigeon’s poo…

  1. Quina putada!! ara, culpa teva. Un establiment en el què deixen entrar tant aus com clients molt saludable no deu ser… Per cert, a dins d’una casa pot produir-se pluja o una inundació. Doy fe.

  2. Marquitos, si quan tornís vol repetir l’experiencia, al McDonalds de la Maquinista, també hi deixen entrar les aus.
    L’altre dia vaig menjar xampinyons d’aquells tant bons que fa la iaia, et volia enviar la foto pero va no vull ser cruel… o si ……jajaja

  3. “with already two sugar”….. hhaha yes it was indeed a big deal case, you dont fool around with two shugar already in cup!!!!

  4. u remind me of Bia in New Plymouth..! >.<'

    u were much luckier than her.. hahahah!!!!!!
    or maybe not..in case the shit was already in the cup.. and u didn't realize it..! – -"

  5. Retroenllaç: San Francisco smells good – US 47 days trip

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