One afternoon while standing in front of Sloane with friends, I was finishing off a basket of french fries. A couple of pigeons landed nearby and I shared the last few french fry bits with them. At the same time, my friend finished a cigarette and flicked it onto the sidewalk near the birds. One of them, thinking it was a french fry, picked up the smoking butt by the filter and walked around with it in his beak, and then just walked away smoking it.
We said nothing and just watched him go down the sidewalk.
Maybe the pigeon wanted another fry or maybe he just needed to relax with a smoke. Either way, it was a very New York moment and became a fitting symbol of our time.
Note on sizes: The t-shirts run very small. It might be good to go up a size.