Summer of 1980 at a beach south of
Boston, probably between Hull and Cohasset, a young couple I knew from
college and I had gone to the beach in my rusting but still pretty British
Racing Green 1967(?) Triumph TR4A (wire wheels, independant rear suspension, and
electric Laycock overdrive) with real wood grain dashboard.
Out of nowhere (okay, it was flying
above us) with absolutely no provocation my friend was struck by a gob of
seagull guano as he was getting into the car. As I recall it hit my friend
in the shoulder and splattered on the dash. I think his wife was a
splatter victim as well.
I think we cleaned it up with paper towels
and left.
I never did like the ocean anyway (damn
polluted water). Give me fresh water any
day.
Bruce
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I was hit by birdshit in Oshkosh.
-jc
On Mar 3,
2004, at 8:19 PM, [log in to unmask] wrote:
> In a message dated
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> I bought a descented skunk in Hackensack once.
Ruth
> I was hit by birdshit in Hackensack. You won.
>
John,
The guy I was with when I was hit (on the
nose, as it happened) by birdshit is a lawyer and friend of
mine, who tried to convince me that this was good
luck. I didn't see (or feel) it that way.
At the time we were on our way to an
arbitration meeting, which his/our client ultimately won. Upon further
reflection, it seems to me that if indeed it's good luck to get hit by
birdshit, it's good luck for somebody else.
Anybody else been beach-bombed and lived to
lift the tail?
Ralph