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.

5 Comments to “A Bird Pooped On My Head”

  1. By Beth, September 13, 2009 @ 10:44 pm

    Good Luck, although I’m buying a ticket too and I want me to win.

  2. By Robin, September 14, 2009 @ 6:39 am

    Funny! I remember playing on the school yard in SF with unbrellas. It was not for the rain it was for the seagulls.

  3. By Carol, September 14, 2009 @ 8:47 am

    Oh my god, Scott peed in your mom’s ear?!??? Dear god.

  4. By Liz, September 14, 2009 @ 2:26 pm

    Beth, you can win first, ok?
    Robin, ewwww! (But practical.)
    Carol, it was very, very funny.

  5. By Nicole, October 16, 2009 @ 10:37 pm

    That’s crazy. A bird pooped on my arm earlier this year. I thought it would be good luck too, but I can’t say my life is any different now than it was then. Though I did see an owl the other night which made me feel lucky.

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