Yesterday afternoon while heading to a meeting I got lost in East Liberty.
Hey, it happens.
Even to those of us that have lived our whole lives in the Burgh. Also, it particularly happens to those of us with royally mucked up senses of direction. Don’t EVER ask me for directions because there is a stellar chance you’ll end up driving into the Mon all, “Darn that PittGirl! Glub.”
Google Maps, as it is wont to do, did me a disservice and put me on a tiny little dead end alley. Thanks, Google Maps!
Luckily, Saucy has a great sense of direction thanks to her trusty GPS navigator and I asked her how to get the hell out of where I was and she calculated and then shouted, “OMG. Where the f*#@ are you? Is this even a road?! What would you do without me?!”
I don’t even want to think about that.
So, as Saucy maneuvered me through the side streets and back toward civilization, I came upon the Whole Foods building from an angle I’d never seen it before. This angle.
First, I want you to know I almost posted this photo without realizing you could see my face in the rearview mirror. Awkward.
At first I wondered, who the heck’s idea was it to paint a giant pigeon on the side of Whole Foods?
I assumed this graffiti was the work of those Full Time Crime punks that regularly tag the Hill. Tsk. Always marking our buildings with shit like this.
But then I looked at the whole picture. The pigeon is on a sidewalk. There’s a car tire, see? And there’s a bicycle tire, see? And the bicycle rider has stopped and has put his foot down, see? And there’s a shoe. A giant shoe coming right at the pigeon! He’s going to punt the pigeon!
This isn’t graffiti at all! It’s a wonderfully moving art piece symbolizing all that is good about human on pigeon violence.
I wonder can I get the artist to paint a replica of that on the wall in my living room or at the very least can I get it printed on the tiny business cards that I leave tucked under the wings of the pigeons I kill? You know? That little card that says, “I killed your friend. You’re next.”