Gladys and her friend watched an elderly woman spread bread crumbs around her on a park bench. As hundreds of pigeons descended, dozens of onlookers jostled for a better view.
“I’ve seen her before,” said Gladys. “These birds are filthy, but everyone wants to see. C’mon squeeze in.”
Soon two policewomen moved through the crowd and collared the woman feeding the birds. Three other cops grabbed two men in the crowd.
“Yes, I am missing my wallet,” Gladys later told the policeman who questioned bystanders. “But what happened to the poor pigeon lady?”
Said the cop: “You’re the pigeon, lady.”