My mum is visiting at the moment. This is very fun. It means that I am drinking more tea than I ever thought possible, paying an enormous amount of attention to Clinton-Obama 2008 and getting gently chided about my missing buttons, messy hair and unpolished silverware. All of this is wonderful. It's been a year since anyone actually paid attention to all of that stuff, and it was quite overdue.
What this also means is that I have finally had a bunch of coats dry-cleaned.
I was wearing my newly spic-and-spanned coat today when a pigeon pooped all over me. My lovely clean coat is covered in crap. The effing bird also got my head. In the pinnacle of my nerd-existence, I had to stand in the middle of a busy square, cleaning the bird shit off my glasses. Ugh. There is nothing more geekily pitiful.
People wonder why I hate birds...
Oh, and if one more person chirps that it's "Good luck" to have a bird drop a load all over them, I will kick them in the head.
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It it's any consolation (actually, nothing can console a person who has bird shit in their hair), I was shat on not once, not twice, but THREE times by seagulls at Sauble Beach in the space of 20 minutes when I was 12 years old. First time, the shit hit my fries; the second time, my head, which prompted me to run screaminginto the lake to wash off; the third time on my legs as they stuck out my parents' car, where I decided to sulk for the rest of the afternoon. Did somebody say "three times lucky"????
You might want to know more radical geeks than you feel the same way.
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