Goose-Chosen

My wife and I were driving this weekend and happened to see a young couple panhandling at the side of the road. That isn’t unusual by any means and we try to help when we can, but the fact that the young woman was bent down petting a goose really caught our attention.

Petting a goose? In the middle of Denver? We had to scrounge up something to give them. Who can simply drive on by the goose-chosen?

The young woman was a little baffled. Everyone who drove by wanted to know what the deal was with the goose, but she didn’t really know. The corner they chose happened to be right next to one of the creeks (Clear Creek, the Platte River which does a great impression of a creek, or whatever) and a few geese happened to be down by the water. Apparently, this one had marched away from his/her goose traveling companions and decided to check out the panhandlers. Didn’t seem to want food, more to be petted or something. It was weird, but the young couple was just laughingly going with it.

It certainly got traffic to pay attention to them.

After all, doesn’t that signal some kind of approval from universe? Selection by a goose? I hope both the couple and the goose made out all right.

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About David S. Atkinson

David S. Atkinson enjoys typing about himself in the third person, although he does not generally enjoy speaking in such a fashion. However, he is concerned about the Kierkegaard quote "Once you label me you negate me." He worries that if he attempts to define himself he will, in fact, nullify his existence...
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