Splattered

Well, after a clearly shitty week (I realise it is all about perception, so ultimately it was me who was off, not the week), I got out to my vehicle to find about 1/3 of it covered in bird poop... literally. I don't park under a light standard or trees. If I did, it would have been more understandable, but there isn't anything that a flock of birds could have taken turns sitting on voiding their bowels over my vehicle.

One person said "did someone egg your car?", it was so extensive. Nope. Just the universe putting things in perspective and it took a bunch of birds pooping on my car at once (or one bird with really loose bowels circling my car) for me to snap the fuck out of the weirdness that I've been in.

Today the darkness has lifted and all it took was being crapped on.