The other day I just wanted donuts. I parked, got out of my car, and immediately got ambushed by a gang of crows. They dive-bombed me hard enough to leave a red mark behind my ear. I made it inside the donut shop looking like I’d just survived an aerial assault. The owner basically said, “You’re on your own out there.” 😅
Since I had to face the feathered mafia again, I asked for another bag of donut holes for courage. He laughed and gave them to me for free. Then I walked back outside… and the crows launched Round Two. Even more of them came after me on the way back to my car. Somehow I escaped with my life, my donuts, and my dignity mostly intact.
Sadly, no donut holes were sacrificed as a distraction, though in hindsight that might’ve been a solid tactical decision. 🐦🍩😂
Y’all what does this mean spiritually? Surely not right?
Until next time. -Tori
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