You go to the mall.
Park under the overhang.
Come back and there's pigeon shit on the windshield.
You suggest a change in construction/architecture to accommodate your aggravation.
The pigeons weren't thinking about your comfort when you accommodated for your consumerist needs by building the concrete structure in their hypothetical 'living rooms'.
The pigeons need to seriously lay down a "finders keepers" law.
Man I'm ranting tonight.
