Bombs away

It was a sunny warm afternoon. I was walking back from lunch to my office in the TL. Many of the local residents were out on the sidewalks. I smiled and say "hi" to a few. Feeling confident, I suddenly felt something wet on my shirt collar. Not paying attention to it, I looked down and right at that moment a bird that was sitting on a shop overhang pooped on my pant leg. Yep, it happened.

That piece of shit! ( no pun intended) I'm embarrassed and pissed.   I tried to hide my shame. I was wearing black pants and the shit was white, not all white, they were speckled with brown bits.. I digress...as I lifted my head to confidently walk on, I met the gaze of one of the locals who was missing all but one tooth, and in a wheel chair that was held together with duck tape. He laughed and laughed and pointed his finger at me. His cackle echoed through the streets.  Not cool.

This moment brings me back to my freshman year at CPHS. I walked across "The Quad" to grab a Cheese Zombie and right at the perfect moment a swarm of seagulls uprooted from their spot and one blessed me with poop. It was nasty and runny and of course everyone cool who was standing on the perimeter of "The Quad" saw and laughed and chanted "Freshman, freshman, freshman". Needless to say I wanted to die that day. I guess my shame wasn't as bad the other day when I was the shit on, but apparently it's still funny when someone gets crapped on.

I might take up walking with an umbrella everyday.