This weekend’s Trifextra challenge is
to choose one of the pictures here and provide a 33-word response to it.
This weekend is also community judged so enter, read the awesome entries, and
vote responsibly ;-)
Her beauty lulls you into believing she’s sweet,
Until
she startlingly shits on you.
Carelessly chosen.
There’s
nothing you can do about it either.
She
doesn’t care what you think
Because
she’s gone.
Bloggers Note: I have had the unique
opportunity to be shat on, by a bird, five times in my life…walking through a
completely full library parking lot at college right before a final, on a beach
in Hilton Head, SC, at crowded North Avenue Beach in Chicago, browsing an Amish auction in
Indiana, and while on a spring walk last year with a friend.
I’ve
heard it’s good luck.
53 comments:
The luck part is debatable but it can happen. A seagull got me on the way to a concert once.
hahaha hysterically gross. i hate pigeons.
My daughter was in her wedding veil when the bird got her. LOL! Good job on the prompt!
Wow 5 times? You must have awesome luck :)
Filthy creatures!
Ew, 5 times? If that's luck, I don't want it! I like your piece though :)
Please tell me it wasn't in your hair.
It's what I tell myself to feel better about being shat upon. Seagulls 2X for me.
Watch that beach, Christina! Me too and any other bird that wants to poop on me. What did I ever do???
Oh NO!!!!! Thanks, Tessa.
I can talk myself into believing just about anything if I have the time. My luck is slightly better than average. Wait! What would it be like without all the poop?
The worst one was when I was packing my car up with "treasures" from the auction. The only things hanging out of the back of my truck were my legs. I felt an oddly warm, runny sensation. My sister in law needed a cup to scrap off all the duck doo doo. DISGUSTING!
I always look up. Thanks, Stacie.
2X hair, 1 arm, 1 shoulder and 1 leg.
That's hilarious. Your piece, not the being shat upon. . . okay, that's pretty funny too. I'm glad you're able to spin it positively. . . Have a good weekend (w/ no bird shit). . .
I'm glad you're amused at my misfortune ;-) What can you do but turn it around in your head to make it better? You, too! Unless a bird flies down my chimney...
The whole luck thing sounds like something some Mom somewhere made up to get her horrified kid to stop crying over it. lol
I'm sure that's true. I'll have to ask my mom. But I like it because it makes me feel better about be shat upon more than a few times.
I would totally cry if a bird shat on me. I'm serious! lol
This made me really laugh, Bee! The hair thing was so gross that I wanted to but what good would it do. I had to take a final! A big lot with plenty of cars and people and "she" picked me.
Well, I hope your luck doesn't run out! ;)
Me too! I'm on a roll lately.
I've had it happen a couple of times - but 5 - that's a record. Cute piece - she doesn't care, does she?
Well Gina, what can I tell ya, shitty luck, for sure. However, when, we humans, pave the parklands and plow the forests under, it is no wonder the birds harbour a grudge.
Love the metaphor. Well done.
I don't know whether your companions should be happy you're with them or be worried...I guess it depends on the bird's aim :)
Pigeons... women... not much to choose between them. ;)
At least the birds have no real malice.
I hope!
Nicely worded.
Yeah, good luck with that theory! These must have been traumatic experiences for you since you remember where you were and all that. Very funny. Nice post.
I think this could be applied to a different type of "bird" ;)
Thanks, Stephanie. No she doesn't. She's looooong since flown away!
It's all how you look at it, Tom. Thanks for commenting.
Thanks you, thank you, PattiKen! That is EXACTLY what this is about. The other kind of "bird".
Oh, it's like they have radar for me. No one has shied away yet.
Yep. That's right! Thanks for your comment, Sandra.
You got it! Thank you. I don't think the feathered birds do have malice.
Let me naively think it's so. Please.
Not traumatic at all but certainly memorable. Thanks for liking it.
I wrote this with exactly that application in mind. And a different sort of "bird". I'm happy you got it, Draug.
lol. I can't stop thinking about her startled shitting. Sorry for your pigeon troubles, Gina.
Ha! Wouldnt it be great if they could clean up their own mess?
Maybe you should buy a lottery ticket--what are the odds that a bird would get you 5 times?
I'm sure it wasn't funny when it happened, but it is at least a little funny now! She definitely left her mark on you, since you can remember the specific times it happened!
Hilarious! I know not when it's happening - more after the fact. I love this!
Maybe it is proof that blondes do have more fun. ;)
Ha!ha!You got me with the first line itself;-)Loved it totally!And I so feel for you-mine was bad too as it was a crow & I was very young woman then-I lost a patch of hair(it seems their shit is very acidic!)-thankfully,it grew back within a short time & I had enough hair to "tide over the bald patch"till then,lol!
I'm glad you laughed, Kymm! I'm always startled even though I should know better. It's been almost a year. Maybe I'm in the clear now.
Birds are dirty!
I don't play the lottery but right after being pooped on I should head immediately to 7-Eleven! The odds of both are in my favor, right?
It was never funny when it happened. I remember everything. It's a blessing and a curse.
Thanks so much, Wisper! One never knows.
Ah! What would my week be like without one of these...jokes? ;)
Oh good! Thanks so much, Atreyee. Loved the lightheartedness of yours. Well, you have me beat! I've never been dropped on by a crow or lost hair due to the "incident". YIKES! Now that's really gross. See, this is proof that we don't forget about things like this.
Sounds like you've got luck to spare. But, yeah, I'm okay. No thanks. :-)
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