I was leaning back in the chair, legs stretched out in front of me, while tending the gate at work this morning, not really paying attention to everything else. Admittedly, I had stayed out late (11:30, gasp) last night, and was paying for it this morning when I rolled out of bed at 6:24, right on time. Thankfully, working the early morning shift isn't strenuous; I mostly sit and read.
This morning was no different. At my post, I was happily reading along (making great progress), when all of a sudden... a pile of bird [excrement] plopped right in front of my book, landing on my jacket's zipper. Eeeeew! Gross! You know it's gonna be a [crappy] day when you start it out by getting [pooped] on. Eh, at that point, things can only get better... but still, I hate birds!
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