And then I carried on my way. 15 minutes later, I'm sitting at a desk with my customer when I look down at my left arm and blurt out - in the middle of my meeting - "o my god! did a bird poop on me!?" Customer is sitting there a bit stunned as I carry on, "well it could only be bird poop or toothpaste, and there's no way I got toothpaste on that part of my arm.... I can't believe it! A bird pooped on me on my way over!" And after a little chuckle, we just carried on with our meeting... just me and him and some bird poop!
The poop stayed on my arm for another hour or so before I got to my hotel - snapped my real picture of the day - and promptly cleaned it off with a Shout! wipe from my bag.
The nerve of that bird!!!