Look, it’s a nice sentiment, Kevin, but you also could have brought her, I don’t know, some food? Or, at the very least, invited her back to the hotel, at which point, you’d think Peter “I’m flush with mob money” McCallister could perhaps cut her a check for helping ensure that his son wasn’t gunned down by a pair of filthy burglars on Christmas Eve while he took a “World’s Worst Parent” victory lap.
Not to mention that, of all the things this rich kid could have given his impoverished pal, he picks something he literally got for free. Yeah, Kevin didn’t even buy those turtle doves, they were a bonus gift from the toy store because he blew so much dough on random crap and donated some of his disposable cash to other needy people who definitely didn’t ever save him from being murdered.
As further evidence that Kevin didn’t give two craps about the fate of the pigeon lady, he never even bothered to learn her real name – and she’s literally just billed as “Pigeon Lady” in the end credits. Which seems unnecessarily cruel.
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