So this afternoon I’m walking with Karla to her car. As I often do, I’m rambling on about some uninteresting story which I can no longer recall, when she lets out a shriek of disgust. Was my story really that bad? I know they are dull on occasion, but there was no need to hurt my feelings. Then she turned around an showed me that a bird pooped on her jacket and glove. It missed her hair, so I think she will recover.
End of story.
Which reminds me of another story: a few years back I was in Florida with my family. We took an afternoon trip to the Everglades. Everything was set up and ready to go: a boardwalk far away from any shower, a large tree with a branch stretched over the boardwalk, and a very large and, apparently, well-fed bird. I don’t remember what type of bird it was, maybe a crane, maybe an albatross, could have been an ostrich. It is all very fuzzy. Enter lovey-dovy couple, under branch. The unfortunate girl became, unfortunately, covered from head to toe, unfortunately.
I bet Karla’s glad she’s in Maryland, not Florida.
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