At lunch today, I got pooped on by a bird. A small one luckily. But there ends my luck. On a new sweater of course... could this be nature’s way of punishing a shopaholic?
Hopefully though this will not be like 5 years ago, when the same thing happened to me trice in less than a year. All good things are three, right? And bird pooh on you is supposed to bring luck? Let me tell you no such thing. When it comes to bird pooh the best is zero times! And for luck? Nope, didn't work back then either. Although I was tempted to go in to my boss and ask for a promotion in the afternoon, just try the old saying, but to my (un)luck he is away until next week.
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