There are Crows Everywhere.

We had an appointment to see an apartment in St. Kilda a few days ago. The unit was on the third floor of a building that resembled an American motel. One of the ways to get to the apartment was by way of an enclosed concrete stairwell.

We arrived ahead of the agent. We called the agents office to make sure we were in the right spot, so he knew we were waiting. A few minutes later we hear someone yell out, "Mauwwk, Mauwwk". Mark does nothing. Finally I responded. Mark looked at me and said.."Shit, he was calling my name. He sounded like a damn crow squawking. "

We were laying in bed laughing about it. Mark explained that there are 4 Marks at work, "there are crows everywhere." It cracks me up how accustomed he has become to the American R.

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