Pigeon Poop: A Cautionary Tale & the Practical Care Pack

One time in South Dallas a bird pooped on my head.

I thought it was a raindrop, which looking back seems odd considering every pigeon in the metroplex was hovering over me. Sweet hindsight. Always 20/20. 

As I talked with a woman on the sidewalk, I casually swept over the raindrop with my hand. 
By swept I mean smeared.  And by raindrop I mean bird poop. 

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