My lucky Day

It's my lucky day today. Or at least it better be.

While waiting for the shuttle this morning, page 111 of the book I'm reading (Catch-22), was shat on. And a little on my shoulder. That's the first time that's ever happened to me, and as i wiped the crap off my book and my shoulder i turned to the lady standing next to me and said, without even thinking, "must be my lucky day, i should buy a lottery ticket".

But seriously, who's the first asshole who got shit on and said "i've got to turn this into a positive". When you think about it there's nothing lucky about this really. I mean it's not the end of the world or anything...it's not like a condor or hawk (i don't know why in my head these birds shit more then others), it was a pigeon so it wasn't a big deal and didn'T fuck up my entire morning. But i did think about that all the way to work... lucky day... hope nothing else shits on me.