Hoodies and Falcons

author's note: Remember what I recently said about the crazy things my permanent roommate says?  Yea.  Otherwise this story will make no sense.

I made the simple request of "Hood?" expecting Man to grab my hoodie from the bedroom.

Except that didn't happen at all.  Instead, Man's hands abruptly clamped onto my head covering my eyes.  I, don't do well with surprise, and so I, of course, flailed.  He eventually relinquished his hold and explained himself:

"They put hoods on falcons when they go out to hunt.  You are going out to hunt!"

Clearly. 


But just in case you have drank the cool-aid too: I've never been hunting.  I was going out to use the ATM because we had no cash to pay for the Chinese takeout on its way. 

Though, I guess in this modern urban life, that's as close to hunting as I'll ever get.