On my way to work I was trundling down the street, about to cross 12th, when I looked down and saw a pigeon fluttering in the street. Being me, I scooped it up and carried it to the sidewalk, disregarding the fact that I was late to work already and also, blargh, disease vector. It was calm while I was carrying it, and it didn't have any obvious injuries, but one wing was not functioning, and it wasn't able to walk either. It started writhing around after I put it down, freaking out. :-( At one point it bent its head way back and was just tweaking. I didn't know what to do, unless I was going to put it out of its misery, but honestly, things are being teh suck lately and I didn't want to add innocent pigeon blood on my hands. Or boots. So I left it by a little grassy space. And felt all "EW EW EW EW PIGEON GERMS" all the way to work, too.

I hate it when ALL the choices feel shitty.