Good luck, my foot!
I was traipsing around town one Wednesday afternoon, hadn't long finished work and I needed to pick something up for a friend's birthday or engagement or somethingorother that I've forgotten about. It also happened to be one of the busiest streets where I was just heading to the bus station to go home when a precision bombing of admirable accuracy took place. A bird flying overhead had emptied it's little bird bowels directly onto my head, and hit with just so much of an angle on it that it also managed to run down my face. My mouth was open and all sorts.

I tried to maintain some kind of dignity so without breaking stride I used the sleeve from my coat to wipe off most of it til I could get to a restroom. I looked ahead of me for some smirking faces but luckily no one seemed to have noticed. I looked over one shoulder for someone behind me who could have witnessed it and luckily there was no one there either. Hoorah! I've gotten away with it, so I thought, until I saw the crowded front of a local Starbucks with an entire row of people pointing and laughing or giggling into their sleeves.

Bastids.
(baldylocks, Sun 30 Jan 2011, 11:35, Reply)