Ben and I got out early this morning to try and beat the heat. Unfortunately it was like 90 by 10:00. Anyways, we went to the market and while I was getting Ben out of the car, I felt a plop on my shoulder. I’m thinking to myself, “Did someone just tap me?”, “Did a random raindrop just land on me?” or wait a minute….”Did a bird just poop on me?”. I slowly put my hand back there and sure enough it was the latter. I couldn’t believe it. An irregular bird just crapped on me? It was a freaking mess let me tell you. I called to a lady getting in her car to help me. She was kind enough to wipe everything off my shoulder/back/hair. She even asked for baby wipes to make sure everything was clean. How nice is that? I told Ben I got pooped on and he laughed.
I’ll run out later and buy a lottery ticket.