Okay, so there's a reason why I don't eat in the mornings-at least, try not to smell of food at the bustop. And there is a simple reason as to why, too.
It all started with a crow.
Now, normally crows, while used to people, don't get too close. That would be stupid-because people, like kids, are mean little buggers, and tend to forget what's on the ground near their feet (unless it's a steaming pile of carp). Not this crow. He-or she-is young enough, and naive enough to be near people at the bus stop where I wait for the long ride to school. This is because this crow (which I have privately named Bus stop) I ALWAYS see at the bus stop. If not on the the side of the street I use, then on the other side. I like to think it's smart that way, because there's usually food in the trash, due to there being a Mickey D's around the corner.
One day, as it was unusually cold, and I found myself hungry, I got myself one of those weird, hot crispy things they call hashbrowns so I could munch on while I was waiting for the bus to come. Turns out, someone else was hungry, but he didn't wait for the scraps. Instead, Bus stop, lovely bird that it is, came out of nowhere to fly at my face.
Being surprised as I was, I sqwauked, and used my free arm to both protect my face and to push the frickin bird away. Apprantly, that surprised Bus stop as much as me, for after being swiped at, he landed near my feet, and gave me this look that I can only discribe as shock and disgruntment.
Since then, I haven't eaten at the bus stop, but I still see the crow every so often. Maybe Bus stop gained some brains since then.