Yep, it happened. I received a friendly reminder that our feathered friends poop while flying
This Friday afternoon, I was walking out of a floral shop. I had just purchased a beautiful blue hydrangea for my lady, and was strolling on back to my car when I received a splat on top of my head
A significant bird dropping landed directly on my noggin, interrupting the vision I had of giving my lady her flowers. The last time I received excrement on my head was back in high school walking from building to building. The poop in that instance landed on my shirt, thankfully.
This time, the brown dribble went right smack dab in the center of my head. Thanks a ton.
In months past, I may have let this moment really annoy me
I have a pretty good sense of humor about me, but I also have a tendency of taking myself too seriously from time to time. In the past, I may have let a moment like this get the best of me and allow the shit to stay with me longer than it needed to.
In this instance, it took me all of three seconds to get over it, move on, use my work shirt to wipe it off, and drive home with the same satisfied smile I had on my face prior to getting pooped on.
The moral of the story is, I didn't choose to get pooped on by the bird, but I did choose my response. I doubt anyone, save the extremely kinky/straight up weird person, would choose to get shat on by a bird. But everyone has the freedom to choose how they respond to bird excrement unexpectedly arriving on their head.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. And when a bird craps on your head, laugh about it and write a steemit post about it later.
All uncredited pictures from the pixabay.com