Wilbur, Living His Dream

 

After retirement, every Thursday and Sunday, Wilbur <Name Redacted> gets in his car, and drives 12 miles down to the riverbank, and spends an hour shouting incoherently at the seagulls and pigeons.

Eventually, all the birds leave. He then gets back in his car, with a wide grin, and drives back home. It's what he wants, and who am I to criticise.

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