Those Old Wives Were RIGHT!
If you've got any experience with babies, you'll know right away when you find a nice stroller.
Donald noticed it first. "What is that, man? Some kinda vulture?
Ricky sipped at his drink. "That's a stork, I think.
Alex shook his head. "Why would a stork be around here?"
Donald didn't have an answer. But he did notice the Chicco Cortina Stroller the stork was walking towards.
There wasn't much to say, because all three of them were staring at the big, white bird together. It bobbed its head as it high-stepped toward the Chicco Cortina Stroller's lightweight aluminum frame. A little flap and the stork was there, standing, just behind the fully-reclining seat.
"What is he even doing?" asked Ricky, and nobody had an answer. The stork spread its wings and walked around to the height-adjustable handle. Then it bobbed its head once more. A challenge? A sign of respect? The Chicco Cortina Stroller had no response.
The stork tapped the cup holder with its beak, then jumped back as though it was expecting an attack. None came from the stroller, so the stork tapped it again. Once again, no response.
"This is amazing."
Alex grabbed his phone. "Man, I can't get a good photo here!"
The stork ran its beak down the sun canopy, then… nodded? It tapped the ground twice, and walked back to where it started. And then, a slow jog, and it took flight and was gone.
"Did you get your photo?" Ricky and Donald leaned in to see Alex's picture. All they could see was the Chicco Cortina Stroller and a white stick-shaped blur. Alex snapped his phone shut.
"That was the weirdest thing I ever saw, man. What was that?"
Donald slapped the table. "You know what that was, man? That stork was testing product. I bet he's going right back home to the cabbage patch and ordering a bunch of those Chicco Cortinas."
The table was very quiet.
"Guys, I'm joking! I know where babies come from! Give me SOME credit here at least."