"Catch that baby!"

He was screaming hysterically, trying to catch his poor little baby who had been kidnapped by a crow. He couldn't even explain how he'd ended up in that situation—well, maybe he could; it was a short story: He'd been at the park early that day, his little Orion sleeping peacefully in his stroller. He'd only stopped to get a water bottle from his diaper bag when he heard the crow caw and his baby laughing before turning around only to see the bird lifting his little one out of the diaper.

That led to him meeting you by bumping into you, of course in the most embarrassing way, having caught his baby with his right hand when the crow let go and falling on top of you in an awkward position, praying to Buddha that the earth would swallow him whole.