Snow White Got Bored Without The Dwarfs To Clean Up After

One night, as my coworker and I were about to close the gift shop where I used to work, a bird flew in the door. We had been leaving the door open since it was a nice summer evening. This was obviously a problem for both us and the bird.

I texted my manager to see if she had any experience with this kind of thing. It turned out it wasn’t the first time a bird had found its way in the door. In the past, birds had been unable to find their way out and would just fly into the front windows over and over again, hurting themselves and merchandise. My manager recommended getting a piece of bread and creating a little trail leading out the door.

While my coworker was locating a piece of bread, I slowly approached the bird and whistled at it. It just seemed like the thing to do. It promptly flew directly out the door. I don’t know what I said to it in bird language, but apparently, it worked.

With our bird crisis averted, my coworker and I finished closing as normal. We split a baguette, and I briefly got a reputation as a Disney princess.