I must be really lucky...
Today, while running past the Unionville Tavern a bird pooped on my right thumb...plop, white crap on my thumb. You know what, it doesn't shake off. Then I found myself running with my thumb poop-side-up. Like it's going to matter if it drips off? Seriously. I wonder about myself. So I ran home and washed my hand.
But this is the SECOND time that a bird has pooped on me this month. In DC, as we were walking to the American History Museum a bird pooped on my left hand. So now I'm equally pooped on...waiting for the good luck to come rolling in!
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