Last week, after the luggage incident, Fabio and I went on to have a wonderful honeymoon in sunny California. Monday evening we were walking around the resort which has several ponds with bridges. After we crossed one of the bridges, there was a little covered area over the water with two chairs. As we approached, Fabio said, "Wow, this would be a great place to propose if I hadn't already." I totally agreed with him and we sat in the chairs to just enjoy the moment.
Within seconds we were surrounded by ducks. I couldn't figure it out, and then as the quacked their little beaks in our direction, it hit me. People usually sit here and feed them. As any logical person would do, I looked at the ducks and said "Sorry ducks, we have no food for you." Obviously, they should have left right? Not so much...they just sat there quacking at us and then finally, in a fit of rage one came flying up at me.
I screamed and went running away with it as Fabio followed mumbling something about that being the end of our romantic moment. Then I reminded him that I was not the one searching for alligators in FL.
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