I parked my car up the hill and met up with E. for the walk down to work. Halfway down I felt a thump on my right shoulder and new immediately what just happened. A bird took a disgusting, huge dump on my shoulder. "Motherfucker!," I exclaimed, "Fucking great."
E., ever the optimist, said, "At least it didn't crap in you hair. It could be worse." I took her words to heart and agreed that it would have been worse had it gotten in my hair.
Once inside the building M. surprised me at the door with, "Look! I found a four-leaf clover." I told her that was awesome, but excuse me I have to go clean the bird shit off me.
Once in the bathroom I began mopping up fowl dung when I noticed white-ish brown flecks in my braided pigtails. The bird shit was in my hair.