Nobody's in a good mood

  It's fucking Presidents' Day 

  Everybody is pissed off

 Except the pigeon who walked into the

cafe. He's happy eating crumbs from 

bear claws and scones. The old 

Armenian yells at it and chases it out. He's dressed

like he's meeting a banker for a loan in 15 minutes.

I stand waiting to order while he listens to young 

woman complain her order isn't what she wanted.

Its Presidents Day