Back in college, I was hanging out with some friends in the open areas of the school when I felt something hit the back of my head. As I was brushing it off my hair, I touched something sticky— it was bird poo! I rushed to the bathroom and washed off my hair.
By the time I was done, I was late for my class, so I decided to cut across the school field running when something brushed against my head. I ignored this incident because I was late. When I got to class, one of my classmates told me that there was something in my hair. Lo and behold, an entirely different bird had decided to shit in my hair again.
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