Wednesday, March 15, 2006

I'm downtown at the Sun Plaza, enjoying a cup of coffee at Maude's, and [pause--resume typing five minutes later] A FRICKIN' BIRD JUST SHAT ON MY HEAD!

My own fault, for sitting under a tree, but really. Is there no dignity, no justice? Where's Dick Cheney when I need him?

I was going to write about the joys of being downtown at the Farmers' Market on a sunny Wednesday afternoon, enjoying free outdoors wireless courtesy of the City and some local businesses, but now my attitude is just a bit less joyful.

Ah well, at least the little bastard missed my suede jacket.

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