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... ... So yesterday was interesting.
During our morning huddle before work, while the doors were still open while we were taking stuff outside to display outside the store, and we were inside listening to the head manager, a Sparrow flew in through the doors like a speeding arrow and shot right into the head manager's shirt, ramming its head into him and falling to the ground, squirmed, and flew away into some other quadrant of the store.
Head Manager was fine, albeit shocked. Bird hunt commenced. We never did catch it. I'm sure I'm going to go in tomorrow and see everything covered in a white paste.
During our morning huddle before work, while the doors were still open while we were taking stuff outside to display outside the store, and we were inside listening to the head manager, a Sparrow flew in through the doors like a speeding arrow and shot right into the head manager's shirt, ramming its head into him and falling to the ground, squirmed, and flew away into some other quadrant of the store.
Head Manager was fine, albeit shocked. Bird hunt commenced. We never did catch it. I'm sure I'm going to go in tomorrow and see everything covered in a white paste.
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