One Side of a Conversation …

… that I had yesterday afternoon with a co-worker:

Thanks! Yep, Ann Taylor. I just got it. No, I literally just got it, like five minutes ago.

Because I was walking outside on the way back from lunch and a pigeon pooped on my sweater.

No, I’m dead serious. It was in two places on my sweater and all over my wallet.

But did you see what I was wearing earlier? It was a green-and-white argyle sweater, and the poop landed on the white part right in the middle of my chest. And I’m not sure I knew this before, but pigeon poop is not white. It looked like I dropped a Hershey bar on myself. Even just in the four blocks back to the office people were staring and I really didn’t want people staring at my chest all day, so I had to get this.

Oh, sure, I love an excuse to shop. I’m not denying that.

You’d think, but this isn’t even the first time. When my husband and I went to visit his folks when they were living in Dallas, we went to the aquarium there and in the rainforest exhibit, a parrot or a toucan or something pooped all over my sweater then, too. And that one was cashmere! I was so pissed.

No, you’re fine -- it’s totally funny now. It wasn’t funny when I was walking around wearing pigeon poop, but it’s funny now. See you later!