I was just outside the Bay store at Oakridge when the darn bird targeted me. I was dressed in an unusually funky (for me) style. Tight fitting pants that kind of looked liked leggings, and a black tunic sweater mid-thigh length. Maybe the mistake I made was not wearing green.
Fortunately I was dashing across the driveway because the stream landed on the back of my sweater. A touch slower and it would have hit my hair and that would have been irremediable. But thanks to the kind lady at the Valetor dry-cleaning at the Oakridge entrance, who handed me paper and a hand sanitizer, I was able to wipe most of the poop off my sweater and then gingerly take it off, leaving me shivering in a short sleeved black T-shirt.
So off I went on a mini-shopping spree and acquired a white top and a green funky bolero (to appease the Irish saints.) Three people then told me that being pigeon-pooped meant really good luck! Feeling icky not lucky I thought "how can that be?" but then to honour Stevie Wonder and his "Superstition", I bought a lottery ticket anyway. So wait for it folks. If I win I will let you know and you can go out and look for your own pigeons to poop on you. If I don't win, I think we should turn the darn things into food supply.