We went to the zoo today. I got pooped on by a bird. Not even an exotic bird. It was just flying around randomly. It was probably a pigeon.
I wanted an animal experience, but I’m not sure if I wanted that much animal experience.
Oh well, it could have been worse.
It could have been a gorilla.
Or a giant panda.
Or an elephant.
One time I was hanging out with a friend at Faneuil Hall and a pigeon shat in her pad thai. I have had a grudge against pigeons ever since. Dammit, that was an entire plate of perfectly good pad thai! Augh.
Hope you are feeling less icky now.
I was holding an ice cream sandwich at the time. If it had hit the sandwich, I don’t even know what I would have done…
eeeew. on a trip to Montreal a seagull managed to get *three* of us in one fly by. so gross.
Yuck! That’s a lot of seagull poop to get three people! This bird just hit me, but I guess everyone else had to suffer my shrieking. :p
That is unfortunately one of the un-fun parts of owning a convertible. My wife and I have been struck more than a few times.
Who knew that there was a downside to convertibles? Well, besides the possibility of decapitation by tractor trailers.