To is a preposition, come is a verb

This morning I saw a guy get spectacularly crapped on. It was as though a squadron of pigeons swooped in at that very moment and aimed at him. A full-on assault. I don't know how it was possible.

The guy was wearing a blue blazer and carrying a Frappucino (and his hair was perfect), the sort of gentleman in whose beshitting (I claim that word and all of its riches) I'd ordinarily delight, but Jesus. If I had laughed at him, God would come down and smite my family.

I hope he keeps a spare blue blazer in his office.

As I steered clear of the point of impact on the sidewalk (and averted my eyes, of course), another witness--a sort of greasy hippie dude--turned to the flabbergasted man and said, "You got some serious pigeon there, man."

You might be wondering what this photo is all about. I'll get to that this afternoon in three or four days.