A Bird Pooped On My Head

There I was, innocently waiting for Gen to meet me, and just when I saw her, a bird pooped on my head! Luckily, Gen had baby wipes so got it out, but it was the weirdest thing to walk around very aware of my hair.

Also, every single person I told replied with, “That’s good luck!”

No, it’s not good luck. There was fecal matter on my head. Not lucky. Unhygienic.

I think it’s something someone designed to make the poop-headed person feel better, because there’s no logic to it.  In other soiling situations, no one says it’s good luck.

If I get mud splashed on me by a car, it’s not good luck.

When my mom was changing my little brother’s diaper, and he peed in her ear, it wasn’t good luck. Funny, yes. Good luck, no.

If I step in dog poo, it’s not good luck.

But just in case, I am buying a lottery ticket.

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