I used to work in a pub with a pub parrot. The landlord bought it as an Xmas present for his son and when it had reached a suitable age (god knows what constitutes a suitable age for a parrot to enter a bar) he would sometimes bring it down if it wasn't too busy (the pub, not the parrot) to sit behind the bar. The little fucker would peck at me every time I went out back to put glasses in the washer. And it never learnt to speak. useless.
― Emma, Wednesday, 17 September 2003 12:10 (twenty years ago) link