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10 months ago
So I nearly brought home a turkey for dinner tonight…
Why did the wild turkey cross the road? To try getting hit by a pick up truck going 40mph, making the truck swerve into the on-coming traffic lane, side-swiping the turkey.
Yep, I was driving along at the 40mph speed limit, and this senseless turkey decided to walk out into the road, oblivious to my roaring engine. I looked at it, and it looked at me. Its eyes seemed to bulge out of it’s head. Looking into its eyes, I saw that its whole life was flashing before its eyes: Lustful trysts, romantic picnics in open meadows, holding up traffic with its friends as a prank on motorists, and hatching from its egg. I slammed on the brakes as I swerved hard to the left, in front of it, into the on-coming traffic lane. Thankfully, the Livermore backroads don’t have very many people driving them. My tires squeeled. I watched as it almost became my front passenger side tire’s breakfast. I heard a faint thud over a song by The Rolling Stones. The turkey and my truck made physical contact. I looked into my mirrors. It appeared to flap away. I turned around and went back to the site of incidence. I couldn’t see it. I turned around again to continue along my way. I looked to my left, and the turkey must have been able to cross the road, because it was strutting about in a farm with its friend, lover, family member, or etc. I laughed, swore at the turkey, and continued on my way.
Turkeys. Whether they’re alive or dead, ya’ gotta love ‘em.
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