41. Canada Goose

When I was in college, I went to my friend Rob's house. He lived right by a pond, and a goose came up to a sliding glass door in the back and began to tap on the window with its beak.

"Is it friendly," I asked.

"Sure," he said, "open up the door. You can pet it."

So I did, and the goose nearly took my hand off, while Rob stood behind me and laughed and laughed.

. . .

Today as I waited in the maze of cars to pay my toll and cross the Bay Bridge back into San Francisco, five Canada Geese flew overhead. I thought of Rob, and laughed.