She who stands tall and catches pigeons

Well, I'm announcing that is my new Native American name. Here is the story behind it...

Yesterday at work, I came in around 11:30 as per usual due to a long morning at school. I never wear work clothes to school, so I end up moving the majority of my closet to work so that I can just change there instead of having to cart clothes back and forth (and as an art student, i have enough to carry!).

I work in the basement, which happens to be home to our bathroom, break room, and my "office", the pressing room. There are no windows in the basement, just artificial light, in which I owe my translucent palor to (hey, it took me 3 years to attain the ability to glow). I changed my clothes, moving back and forth between the break room and bathroom, when suddenly, I was in the bathroom and I heard a noise above me that sounded like somebody was doing work on the elevator. And since the air duct passed from our break room into the shaft of the elevator, noises like that weren't uncommon due to the elevator being older than me.

I then heard a heavy thud and several scraping noises. Thinking that I would peek my head around the corner to see what the servicemen were up to, I went into the break room to finish up and the next thing I know I have a flurry of wings and feathers above me. I shriek (hey, I am a girl!), and sprint out of the room closing the door behind me. I end up turning right back around when I realized what a wuss I was being. I opened the door slowly and looked up to see a pigeon with red beady eyes staring at me with a questioning coo. I smiled when I realized how stupid I acted and for the next 45 min. my boss and I acted like a bunch of pigeon mimicking fools on chairs with brooms trying to get the poor thing trapped in a bag.

I ended up catching it with my hands, and without fear, pinned it's wings to it's sides while her feet were comfortably perched on my thumbs around her middle. All in all, she didn't try to peck at me or anything, and all she did was rotate her head around to get a better view, and maybe a glimpse of daylight. She and I were very calm, and I ended up throwing here in the air as soon as the back door was open. I watched her fly away, wishing that I could feel that kind of freedom, grateful that she didn't poop on me during this whole ordeal.

With the excitement over, I turned to face my boss and back down the stairs we went, back to my world of artificial light, steaming irons, and wedding dresses I would never see on an actual form. With one wistful look towards the back door, I sighed and descended back into the dark.