Death by Pigeon

A pigeon almost killed me today. He was literally flying at eye level. He saw me walking but instead of flying around me he kept coming. It was like he stared intently in my eyes and said, “Move nigga!” He darn near ran into my face and I had to step to the left to avoid being attacked. These New York birds are no joke.

Having health insurance is a blessing. It truly is so I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining. I have great insurance and my thinking is that it should afford me some options that would otherwise not be available to me. Namely, my doctor’s office shouldn’t be or resemble a free clinic. Am I downing free clinics? Of course not! If I didn’t have insurance that’s where I would be too. But I do have insurance. I was searching for a doctor’s office close to home and found one not too far from me. When I got there do you think it was a doctor’s office? No it was a free clinic.

Now how do you know the difference? Oh that’s easy. The first would be the big clear bowl with condoms sitting on the counter with a free please take one sign. If you can get a pap smear, open heart surgery, a physical and give birth all in the same building it’s a free clinic. If more than two doctors share the office and on any given day you could see someone else, it’s a free clinic. Now all of this isn’t bad but I have insurance. I knew I should have just found a doctor in a white area.

Well at least I got to see Ailey for free. That made it worth it.