today i went to the post office, and 60ish-drunk-dirty-wander-pants held the door for me. i should say he opened the door, but stood in the doorway, making it impossible for me to walk in. also, he rearranged his fingers, quite deliberately, so that the only finger holding the door was his middle finger.

he gave me the bird AS he held the door for me.

and then he did it again at the next door, this time following my eyes as i registered the birdie, and then gave a little smile. whack whack whack.

happy holidays. may every birdie you get also mean an open door.