AWW CRAP
Yesterday, amid running around to various places such as HMV and Urban Fare, I also stopped in at my usual hair salon being that I was critically low on my three key Bumble and Bumble products. I decided to switch it up and try a new shampoo/conditioner combo, in addition to the Tonic spray. This morning I showered, and my hair felt better than it has in weeks. It was thick, full and luscious…not to mention smelling amazing.
Being that the rain has been holding off, I decided to walk a friend’s dogs and hit the park again. Less than half a block away, I was reaffirming to myself how great my hair felt and how fantastic of a hair day I was having. I would even dare to say it was stellar. And then it hit me…
Photo: andrew k on Flickr
A fucking crow shat on me. Some pesky bird decided to have a heyday with my fabulous hair, and even mess with my jacket a little bit (yes, Becky, it was the Ellabee). I spun on my heel and headed straight for the first shower I could find, huffing, puffing and uttering expletives under my breath the entire way.
I’ve heard before that to have such a thing happen is good luck. At least, this is what is believed in many countries around the world. Now, I’m not saying I wouldn’t mind holding the winning ticket for this Wednesday’s 6/49 draw, but if you ask me, that bird can keep its good luck and stuff it.
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Hahah.. that’s… shitty.
Crow 1, Keira-Anne 0
shitty. no pun intended. happens to the best of us.
i bet your hair is once again smelling yummy.
and go buy a scratch and win
Same thing happened to me on the last Friday, I WAS INSIDE MY CAR driving with my window down enjoying the beautiful nightly weather when it suddenly hit me; i guess birds have some lucky shots every now and then !!!
NO! Not the Ellabee!
Welcome to my world. 6 times! I will have my revenge.
Icky!!! There seems to be an abundance of crows as of late. :-p
It’s probably happened to all of us…me anyway
My mother was walking across the street in front of me when this feeling of dread came over me. Not death-like dread, just unfortunate-like dread. I shouted for my mother to stop, which she did, just in time to avoid a very, very large gob from a passing crow.
You may want to work on your sixth sense. ;^)
I was bird sharted on last year. My Miami Vice white sport coat. Yes, bird crap LOOKS white but not all of it…
And I’m still not a millionaire.
Yuck! That’s horrible…
No day would be a good day to have a bird crap on your head… but of course it had to happen to you on a day that you were extra happy with your hair! Damn bird…
I remember about a couple months back I was coming out of school. There was a crow hiding in the tree. I’m sure he has been there for a while… but he just decided to take a poop when I walked by… I swear they do it on purpose!
You’re not alone!!!