Don’t you hate seeing seagulls hanging out in, like, K-Mart parking lots? Or circling the dumpster behind McDonald’s? E very time I see it, a little chunk of my inner child dies. Go back to the sand, back to salt water! Back to beautiful and natural things you can depend on–tides being influenced by the moon and sand castles getting stomped on by children named Jason. Or Bartholomew. Or Sven.
I don’t know. Seagulls. It’s so sad. It’s sort of like the persecution of Native Americans, the Trail of Tears… only not at all.