The bird on fourteenth street

Today, I was walking to back to Union Square after buying some cheap plastic necklaces at a party store. There was a middle-aged guy standing on the street, flipping off the other pedestrians. But not just standing there with his middle finger out; he kept pulling his hand down, and readjusting his middle finger to point at each time someone passed him. I found the personal touch a little bit heart-warming, but still avoided eye contact with the guy.