A bird pooped on my shoulder as I was walking to the T this morning!!! This means that I'm going to have good luck! The last time it happened to me was on July 15th, 2005. It's like the bird-pooping Olympics. And I'll take it, because on the night of the previous pooping, I was whisked away to a surprise concert and the next night, CoHo and Mark threw a huge surprise birthday party for me. See? Good luck! (And I have the best friends!)
Last time, though, it got all in my hair and I had to run into the Somerville Theater and beg to use their bathroom without buying a ticket. They resisted for as long as they could, but eventually they couldn't ignore the white crap running down my face. This morning, though, not only did the bird totally miss my hair, but I also had Kleenex in my bag. No, I'm not elderly (though I do have Tums and my glasses in there too)...I'm just so happy to be sick :)
OMG, time out. I just remembered another time I was crapped on... Spring Break, Panama City, 2000 (there goes my Olympics theory), on the beach, seagull perpetrator. Trying to remember any luck after that... one of my college friends didn't follow through on her threat to push her boyfriend off our hotel balcony...? I guess that's it. Though it's really more good fortune for Ryan than me. They're married with a baby now. Wonder how that's working out.
Will keep you posted on my poop luck!!!
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I'm glad it didn't run down your face this time! Congratulations on a great start today... maybe later a garbage truck will run through a puddle, drenching you as you wait on the sidewalk. And then a model scout will be all, wow - you look amazing soaking wet! Let me take you into Zara (the scout works for a moderately-priced agency) and buy you a whole set of new clothes, including a floppy hat, and then whisk you off too... Milan is too glamorous, maybe, Brisbane, to begin your modeling career.
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Only been pooped on three or four times (by a bird! wink, wink, nudge, nudge). Two of which were the moment I set foot outside Edinburgh airport in Scotland. Pigeon was beautiful, though - all purple and spotted back and wings. So I forgave. Two days later, walking round Edinburgh, get pooed on by a pigeon... who was purple with a spotted back and wings! I SWEAR that little flying monster was out to get me. It did bring me good luck though since I was up there performing in the Fringe Festival in a play and it all went well. But, still... every time I see a spotty purple pigeon now my heart stops for a minute and I cover my hair.
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