BREAKFAST OF PIGEONS

I am an emetophobic. That means I hate throwing up.

I can't stand the sound of people throwing up. And I don't like walking the streets on a Sunday morning (living in Stockholm is hard on my emetophobic nerves -- people in Sweden drink a lot).

It was a shock for my hysterical mind to see these NYC sidewalk pigeons on my way to the diner where I was meeting up with my friends. Luckily it was just someone who had decided to feed them. Not someone who had left last night's dinner on the pavement.

By the way, I had french toast with bacon.