As the Busher family was driving home from their routine Saturday lunch at Chili’s, the afterglow of their mediocre Tex-Mex food was settling in uneventfully. However, that all changed when the father, Dave Busher, lit up with glee behind the wheel. He had spotted a bird of prey flying overhead.
“Guys, guys, guys, LOOK!” Dave shouted, startling awake his two young children. “Oh man, look at that baby fly. Are you guys seeing this?!”
Dave’s wife Mandy had reportedly seen the bird about 30 seconds before Dave, and she had silently prayed he wouldn’t notice it.
“Mhm, yep,” said Mandy, already pulling out her phone to text her mother about her enthused husband. Familiar with Dave’s antics, Mandy’s mom reported receiving texts such as “another car ride ruined by a godforsaken bird of prey,” and “why won’t he just look at me like he looks at them?”
Dave seemed to completely miss the fact that he had just lost both his wife’s love and his children’s respect.
“Wow, what luck! The last time I saw one of those gorgeous creatures was a couple weeks ago on my way home from work… it’s been a tough couple of weeks since then,” Dave said, suddenly somber.
After nearly 5 minutes of swerving through traffic in order to keep the falcon in his line of vision, Dave sat back, resigned.
“He’s just so free,” he said, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
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