Today we were exploring a slum community (and possible future home?) when a bird pooped on my head.
We were chatting with a few women out washing dishes at the public water pump. One of them nonchalantly held out her water scoop for me to wash off my head and hand. The conversation continued, literally without a pause.
In a place where people occasionally stare at foreigners for getting on the metro, eating in public, or just being a different color than everyone else it's quite refreshing that being pooped on doesn't even elicit a reaction.
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When I got pooped on by a pigeon in NYC, my dear friend Debbie just laughed her head off at me! How nice that someone helped you clean up. (I hope getting pooped on by birds is not a genetic thing, better warn Kelly.)
Remember when the bird pooped on you, me and Jordan at Cedar Point? Eww. :o)
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