Winston emerged from the coffee shop only to have a bird poop on his windshield. He was late for an appointment and had no time to wipe it off. As he drove along others pointed to the spot and shouted Good Omen!
This drove up his blood pressure, which his doctor noted. Dr. Farley nodded when told of the situation and confessed he collected bird poop and tossed it on his own car, furniture, friends and crossing guards for good luck. He also left poop in church pews.
Winston felt better. Outside, someone had wiped off the poop. Winston silently cursed. The rest of the day he drove around looking for flocks of birds.
No comments:
Post a Comment