Talk about stopping traffic

My sister lives in a beautiful place where an everyday occurrence might include having to pause while some colorful plumage makes its way across the street.

Sure, as P reminded me, there are peacocks strutting around New York City, too. Up at St. John the Divine, to be specific.

But it's not the same, man. It's not the same!

I wonder what the peacock was thinking as he/she walked away. I'm soooo over people staring at me. Or crap, I forgot to pick up the dry cleaning.