...And then realizing it was a dirty bird. (See Saturday's post for my feelings on birds in general). Not just a bird. A gross, oily crow. Their feathers shine in the sun, and that cannot be good.
The worst part is I screamed bloody murder on the phone, which in turn scared my mom. She knew I was walking, and she thought initially a dog had bitten me because apparently it sounded like I was in pain. And I was...mentally.
Who knows how many people saw this mess. I didn't see anyone staring, but come on. Someone was definitely laughing at my expense. Please let me know if I show up on America's Funniest Home Videos.
Needless to say, I came home and showered IMMEDIATELY. I also lathered, rinsed and repeated. Crow heads can never be too safe.
In honor of this post, I direct you to my latest poll (right). Ugh.
2 comments:
not to be mean-but I'm totally laughing at your expense! Although I would have freaked out and run right home to shower too. Ewwww.
I would have screamed too! Ick! I'm sorry friend.
It could be worse.. It could have bee a pigeon- i think those are dirtier. Yuck!
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