That's right, one of my worst fears come true: Shat on by bird (dun dun dun).
Last time I was lucky and I avoided anything... sort of, except for a few splats on my easily washable jacket...
This time I saw the crow fly to the lamp post and usually when I walk I am watching the side walk for white splotches and walking around them, but this time I looked up at Mr. Crow and thought "You just landed and now I'm skeptically eyeing you... I think you may poop soon."
Instead of me completely walking around the sidewalk and possibly getting hit by oncoming traffic I decided to runnnnn under the lamp post. And what do you know?! Got part of my eco-friendly re-usable bolen books bag and my index and middle finger.
Thankfully I was beside Thrifties and went in to the washroom and scrubbed it off my hand.
Other than that my day was full of better stuff... until that is the end of my day when I received a phone call that my grandma was in the hospital.
Turns out when you get old you shouldn't eat too much salty stuff or you'll get water-logged lungs which will press upon your already weak heart.
Grandma will be fine but it looks like we'll have to give her lessons in phoning 911 before phoning her son (my dad) to see what she should do.
I LOVE YOU GRANDMA. Stop talking about offing yourself in the hospital!
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