Fun memory- Some people will remember me by the name Peacock. Somehow I got that nickname from way, way back in the day at my first job. I used to feed the peacocks and pheasants at Sweetwater Casino in New Jersey. Frankly, I am not much of a bird person. I'd like to think I am, they are so beautiful to watch and admire. From a distance. Up close they make me really nervous.
So, I would bravely venture into the pens, lock the gate, and proceed with my bucket of yummy scraps. The farther that you ventured in, down the aisles, you became more vulnerable to attack. It all left you such narrow room for a quick escape. Think of it like a bird cage in a Disneyland line. By the time you got to the peacocks you were taking your life in your hands. They always seemed like they were fixing to peck you to death. One day one of them spread open their beautiful fan tail feather displays and it literally took my breath away by the wonder and beauty of it. For a few seconds I got over my terror and just appreciated the natural splendor of the moment. When I snapped out of it I grabbed up a few stray feathers that were on the ground to take with me. Got back to the kitchens and sported those feathers in my hair, did a little peacock strut about the place, and, voila, my new nickname was born.
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