… a bird poops on you? It’s not like I’m in Piazza San Marco aka Poopalapolis. It is Halloween and I am superstitious. My friend, Poob, and I set out early this morning for some meditative contemplation followed by breakfast. The weather here is so good right now, we sat outside. When it was time to leave, I had my purse hanging off one arm, a bag on the other. A bird shat on the inside of my left wrist. (Yes, “shat” is a word.)
I know that bird poop is a dime a … plop. But I seem to remember it means something if it hits you. Taking it just a bit further, it must mean something SUPER whatever if it hits the inside of your left wrist.
I know it is disgusting. I know it means the bird had to use the “facilities”. But I swear it means something … if you know, tell me. Or I will haunt you….bwahahahahahahaha!