Bombs away

I nearly forget the icing on the cake of my horrible morning rush....

I parked my car and wanted to take off my fleece jacket and leave it in the car. So I put my leather gloves on the roof of teh battlewagon and take off my jackets, gather myself back together and put my hand into a huge steaming pile of bird shit. This whopper of avian feces covered my gloves and about 1/4 of the entire roof of the damned car. By the size of this mess I figure that there must be pterydactils, or minimally ostriches flying over Astoria.

Damn.