Shit, quite literally, happens.

So I was strolling to work this morning with the sound of Felix Da Housecat playing into my ears and deciding that the woman who just pushed past me in a hurried state with a totally rude manner was actually worse off than me. (even if I did feel a slight bruise forming on my arm) What an unfortunate figure. Just as I was thinking what I'd like to do to her had I been prepared for such an attack, all of a sudden... splat. Yep. A bird shat in her hair. I actually looked up at the sky and laughed, although thinking back on that now, turning my face towards the sky probably wasn't the wisest move. Karma's a bitch darlin'.