Don't you just love those lovely creatures that fly around in the sky looking for the parked car that they are least impressed with and strategically position themselves so that their excretion (seems like the most appropriate term) lands directly on that particular vehicle? Well I can tell you it's not fun when that car is your own.
A few days ago I noticed some bird poop on the passenger side door to my little Polo. Now I have to be honest, I am not the greatest fan of birdie number twos after one decided to let go onto my nice pink jacket at school, but I won't go into that now. So, I decided to leave it, thinking that with a bit of rain, it would nicely disappear and I wouldn't have to deal with it.
Unfortunately not. Today I was going to pick up my friend for lunch and as I got into my car to go and fetch her, I noticed not one, not two but three more splatters of the white and brown goo on the same door. I swear they have it in for me. I refused to let my friend see the state of Polly (the name I give to me little pappap) which forced me to clean it off myself. Not a nice experience.
But the poo story does not end there. As I set off, I then noticed yet another splodge of the stuff on my windscreen. Don't worry, I thought, I will just use the water jets and the window wipers to get rid of this one. Which would of worked fantastically had my water not run out or my wipers not smeared the remaining poop across the glass.
This left me with only one option. To ask my friend to supply the water to help remove the poo so she could get in my car and not have to stare at a bird crap covered screen the whole way to the pub.
Not the best journey I have ever had. What have I ever done to the birds?
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