You know it's a Monday when, while walking into work, you are pooped on by a bird.
Yes. Really.
Luckily, it landed on my skirt - and not my head. HAD it landed on my head, I would have just turned around and went home; never to be seen again. As it was, it was bad enough.
As I was walking into the building, I glanced down and thought, "What is that?" and automatically reached down to swipe it off. As I touched the goo, I realized what had happened. Needless to say I freaked out a little.
I ran to the bathroom to scrub my hands and skirt. But a phantom stain has remained behind on my hand, skirt and psyche.
I don't think I'll ever get rid of it.
Oh, Gigi, the psychic stain is the hardest one to remove. But I know you'll do it! :-)
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