My mom decided that my son needed a pet. Since we were living in an apartment at the time and couldn’t have a dog she thought a bird would be best. His name was Mini-me. He was a miniature parrot.
After about two weeks with this bird my son manages to break his foot somehow. Great, I have to get his foot fixed and tell my mom that Keith can’t handle the responsibility of a pet. My mom upset about the whole ordeal quickly comes over and takes Mini-me. She takes him to the pet clinic where he would stay overnight in an incubator. He now has to wear a “lampshade” around his neck and foot was in a cast. He would need daycare for four weeks.
My mom was taking care of him but for some reason I had to take care of him for a day. Since I had to work and wasn’t going to take a vacation day for that I decide to take him to work with me. Of course it’s against company policy to bring pets to the workplace so he will have to be snuck in.
I place him in a little box and throw my jacket over the box to hide him. I scan my badge and head towards my desk. I’m home free. My day begins and I set him up in the corner of my desk under the light and fix his mirror. All is well, no one notices.
About an hour later he starts to squawk. He’s looking at himself in the mirror and whistling. People in the unit are starting to ask what that noise is. Um, it’s a nature CD, I reply. I’m starting to panic. My phone rings, it’s Security. Hello? Is this Michele Brown? Yes. We have reports that you have a bird at your desk and that is against company policy. Do you have a pet at your desk? Yes. Well, you will have to bring it to the front desk. Okay. I hang up the phone and Shawna walks over. I begin to explain my situation. She can’t hold it in, she’s doubled over with laughter, her sister and a guy I’ve never met before walk over and say “We’re gonna have to confiscate the bird.”
And it begins another chapter in our revenge book. The next chapter will be mine.
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