Unluckily lucky

I must be a magnet for bad luck. Walking into doors, getting splashed by cars, gum on the shoe, that's me.

Today was out to lunch with Dr. BossMan again and us research assistants. It was a nice day so naturally we took a patio seat, under the sunshine, trees AND (duh duh duh - ominous music) the birds. Birds, or pigeons to be more specific, don't like me. They like to block my path along sidewalks, come up to me for food and fly over my head, dangerously close. So I should have known, or expected that together with my luckiness with the unlucky, something like this would happen.

Happily eating my sushi (comfortably this time, because Dr. C is on call this week and thus could not come) I did not realize that somewhere an evil, evil pigeon decided to have a BM right onto my chair, where in that exact spot my jacket was lying. And of course, being me, I did not notice said leftovers of that evil bird's dinner and touched my sleeve to it! All together now... EWWWW


Yup, I was pooped on. And as luck would have it, the ENTIRE TABLE saw it. Dr. BossMan, two of the fellows who'd come along, the research coordinator, ugh.

They say that getting pooped on by a bird is actually lucky. Tell that to my jacket, and my pride. I'm gonna go now to wash this 'luck' off. Hopefully, something better will fall on me tomorrow.

[Do you think I should buy a lotto ticket just in case? ]

P.S. Truffles, my dislike of birds does not extend to your bird. He and I like each other just fine. It's okay by me if he still flies on my head (so long as he doesn't BM me).

P.P.S Overheard one day while in office:

Dr. Nice [huddled around ultra-new 'espresso' machine (which apparently grinds, froths, steams, brews... I'm surprised it doesn't make a cake too!) with residents before 'teaching.']
So if you want to have an espresso, you add 30 cc's of water

Ah, sign of career melding into life.