That was a killer burrito.

All other burritos must bow before the ones we just had.

Burrito night is a success.

Well of course it was. It was a night where we had burritos. Duh?

True!

Yeah, I mean, that is a fairly easy formula. Burritos. That’s … no that’s it.

The pressing question is – now what?

We go home and sleep off the burritos?

Bah!

No, Sven, Danny-boy is right. We must be brave, we must be valiant, ever-vigilant … or something. Because otherwise …

Hobos will steal our pants!

Not that!

It’s true! I seen it!

Well since you two make such sense, I will agree. Go sit in the park and watch birds peck each other?

I like it!

Reminds me of that time…

When you were in a Hittchcock film?

Hahah! No, when Sven and I met.

Oh this is news. There was bird pecking? I haven’t heard this. Daddy, tell me a story?

It isn’t much of a story. Natasha thought I should meet Mark. So the three of us went to dinner. The end.

Oh hardly the end! Hardly the beginning!

What? A decent night out was had by all!

Sure, sure, If you count your stalker.

Oh that’s right! I forgot that was the same night!

Explain, people, explain!

Sven’s ex at the time … Maria?

Sheila.

Sheila. She was a recent ex, you know? And didn’t want to be an ex and … well, she was a bit stalker-y.

A bit?

She followed us to dinner.

Wow.

Yeah. Now I hadn’t known Tashi for long and here she is going “Meet my friend” so I thought maybe she was setting me up on a date…

No!

Yep! And so I’m all on my best behavior and here’s this guy and he isn’t my type and maybe I was utterly confused. So I’m lost already and we’ve just met.

And then Sheila comes out, she’d been following us, Natasha and I, and decided when we were meeting Mark outside the restaurant, I guess she, well she thought, I think, that if she strode by us and went into the restaurant we wouldn’t notice, or something.

Because that trick always works.

Wile E. Coyote has had better plans.

So there we are, and I see her and go … slack jawed I suppose.

Of course I had no clue so I thought he picked up on me and was upset!

And then Mr. Roper comes in and … come on guys, this is crazy.

No it really happened. So I tell Natasha and she explains it to Mark.

And I offer to go deal with Sheila.

Deal with? In an Old Yeller sense?

Would have been easier!

Probably would have been. So I go in and walk up to her and pull her aside, being all gentle and dropping Sven’s name. And she comes with me and I tell her that she has to leave, right then, because she is upsetting me. And I do not wish to be upset.

Just like that? She’s upsetting you and you don’t wish to be upset, so she has to go?

Just like that. Calm as day and twice as easy. She didn’t know how to deal with that.

I don’t know how to deal with it.

When he told me, I did not know either.

What?! Anyway. So she looked all confused, and I nodded at her and told her it was all right, but she really did have to go. So she did. But she kept nodding. Like a pigeon. Like a lost pigeon, looking for a pecking fight.

You slick Jedi mother-

Naw, just dealt with the crazy before.

So yeah, we go in to dinner and then … hey was that the night Natasha got set on fire?

No! That was a totally different night!

Tashi. Set. Fire? On? What? Daddy, tell me another story…

Ha! Fine, it was… lord when was it, Sven?

Winter?

Sure. Winter. Cold winds blew.

I love post-burrito story time.

Hey, wait, pigeon pecking fight!

Woo! I got the big stupid one!

I think the white one will win!

Always sidin’ with the white man, damn. I’m with Dan on this. Fatty bo-batty got it in a lock!

Go fat pigeon go!