My mom would give me a disapproving look for using the word "crap" in the title. Anyhow, after a lovely Sunday morning church service and lunch in Eastern Market, I was walking home with a cup of coffee when I approached a "Do Not Cross" signal at a crosswalk. Right next to the corner was a tree, and right when I walked up next to it, a TON of birds flew out of the branches and landed on the ground. Now, I pretty much tweak out whenever I'm near birds. I have no idea why. I like the idea of birds just fine, but when I get around them with their fluttery wings and generally germy-ness, I get creeped out. So, all of these birds started flying around and I freaked out and considered changing course. And then I thought to myself, "Oh for pete sake, they're just birds." And then do you know what happened right when I decided to stick it out and give them a chance?! I GOT POOPED ON!
I've never been pooped on by a bird in all my years before Sunday, and this little rascal got me on my left shoulder blade. Of course it was a blustery day, so my hair was flying around and consequently I had poop both on my coat and in my hair. All I could do was laugh. For multiple blocks. And then wash everything in and around myself once I made it through my door. Sheesh! Isn't it supposed to be good luck? I'd rather find a penny.
Love Always.
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