Never Done: I hit a pigeon with my car
I swear I wasn't trying. I've been trained so deeply that birds will fly away when you approach them with the car -- even pigeons who appear more interested in their tasty morsels than approaching traffic. So as I approached three pigeons in the middle of 7th Avenue (Brooklyn) I didn't slow down and two flew away, and then suddenly I heard a small thump and saw a dramatic flurry of feathers fly up in front of my windshield. Shit. I hit a pigeon! I hit a pigeon? I hit a pigeon! I've never done that before. I can blog about it. Oh, that thought is even creepier than actually hitting the pigeon! Or is it? (That was my inner monologue, in case you were wondering.)
Is it appropriate to say kaddish and the Shehekhianu at the same time?