A few days ago whilst trying to find the entrance to a liquor store I stumbled upon a grandfather and grandson. The grandfather had an awesome German mustache that was a mix between a Burt Reynolds and a handlebar. The boy was also very German, he was young probably 4 or maybe 5. They were playing with a plastic bow with suction cup arrows. I sat on the curb and watched them for a little while as the grandfather helped his grandson perfect his aim. The old man saw me and turned away from the boy to wave at me and greet me: “Tag!”. I greeted him back but as I did the boy had taken aim at one of the giant European pigeons.
He hit the pigeon squarely and knocked the bird over. The old man turned around. I thought for sure that he would yell at the boy. Instead he let out a hearty German laugh. He then helped the little boy find all the arrows and the two left in search of more pigeons. I never did find the entrance to the liquor store but instead was rewarded with this very German moment that I’ll never forget. (no the bird didn't die)
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