Under attack
Today I was walking back to my office from lunch when it happened. I must have known in my subconscious that it was coming. I flinched before it hit me. I didn’t feel it as much as HEARD it. A muffled splat on the top part of my head. I didn’t put my hand up to verify it - I knew. I had been hit by pigeon poop. My first inclination was to flag a taxi and come home immediately for a wash, but the reminder of my email inbox kept me putting one foot in front of the other toward my waiting cubicle. I first headed to the bathroom to perform the mocking duty of trying to remove and somehow *clean* pigeon poop from your hair in the middle of a workday. And, then laughed and reminded myself of my perspective - that today would be a good day - no matter what.
March 16th, 2007 at 5:24 pm
Well written piece.
I’ve been blessed in my lifetime by pigeons, dogs, and cats.
I think I am a very lucky person.
March 16th, 2007 at 10:07 pm
Being shit on is perhaps the most degrading experience one can go through. If one stays in the city long enough, they are bound to have to go through the ordeal. That fact doesn’t make it any easier to swallow, but at least you know you have company…
March 16th, 2007 at 10:59 pm
Thanks for the comments- Kellie and PJ. You know what that means…..your turn
I guess we are all lucky!
March 17th, 2007 at 1:24 am
I’ve paid my dues living on a tropical island with a lot of birds. If I am not mistaken, I have enough ‘luck’ to last me a few lifetimes. I would be more than happy to transfer some of the amazing luck I have to you or PJ.