I woke up this morning to some loud and persistent baa-ing. Then, while stuck in traffic on my way to work, I looked to my left and saw a taxi next to me. At 9.30 in the morning, it isn’t odd to see a taxi next to you. Generally, however, the backseat doesn’t have a goat curled up on it. This one was not baa-ing. The one baa-ing is at my building. In the lobby, to be precise. Yes, there is a goat in the lobby of my building. A big, black billy goat. He is tethered to one of the pillars, he baa-s and his pellet-like droppings are scattered around the fancy marble flooring (which can’t be hygienic).
Quite obviously, it’s Bakri-Id tomorrow.