Just a few minutes ago, as I ate my lunch outside on this beautiful day, a bird's torpedo struck my back with a direct hit.
Now, I'm told by the purveyors of folk wisdom that this is good luck. So far, it is another stain on my work-shirt. I'll let you know if any interesting coincidences of fortune happen soon, so that we can all enjoy this bit of superstition. If not, we can all forget together until the next opportunity to practice unverifiable medieval claims.
Madness.
Posted by Jake Allen at September 30, 2005 04:01 PMIt is obvious that bird committed a battery. We can recover. Here's my card. Give me a call.
Sincerely,
Johnny C.
p.s. - I hope you got that bird's name and address!
Posted by: Phoenix at October 2, 2005 06:46 AM