Brooke and Bic were talking about a seagull who was stealing potato chips. That instantly caused a memory to resurface……… a memory I had put in a lead box and sealed with a vibranium lock then buried deep in my subconscious. The memory of the evil seagulls on my honeymoon.
Jenny and I were Sea World in San Diego. After standing in line forever and paying nearly $40 for two dried out hamburgers with cold fries, we sat at an outside table. Within seconds of setting my plate down, an evil, evil seagull swooped down, grasped my burger in its demon like talons, and flew off with it.
I was aghast! But, I was told I could go inside and get a replacement meal. It took some hassling from people who thought I was cutting in line and a confused cashier, but 10 minutes later I sat down with a fresh, dried out burger. I got one bite in before an evil, evil seagull pooped on it from above.
Needless to say, I was furious. The employees could tell I was furious and that I had every intention of climbing a tree, grabbing the seagull, and wringing its neck. So they diffused the situation by handing me a head of lettuce and asking if Jenny I would like to help feed the sea turtles. That part was nice. But every once in a while, late at night, just as I’m about to drift peacefully into sleep…….. I can hear them, “Gaw! Gaw! I gawt your hamburger! Haw! Haw!”
See? They steal from children! They have no souls!
They steal from little ol’ ladies!
They steal from each other after stealing from people!!! Evil seaguls!