Right there, on the lawn, on that picnic blanket. In front of everyone.
But instead I have to listen to career-talk; rap music lyrics, the taste of sesame seed oil vs just plain sesame seeds. I have to ask you about you things that are so boring that I find myself laying my head down on the picnic blanket.
A bird poops on my cheek. He laughs, grabs a wet-nap and wipes my face.
Who knew?