We turned in our beloved car this morning and had about a mile to walk to get back to our apartment. We were looking forward to the exercise and planning to stop part way back for a late breakfast at Jason's Bakery. Not even one block into our long city stroll we were splattered with a blast of toxic goo. Really, a pterodactyl is the only plausible explanation for that amount of disgusting waste to fall from the sky. In my hair, down my back, in my purse, on both of our faces...it was nauseating. We burned through the packet of hand wipes I had in my purse, but just couldn't think of going to eat. So back to the apartment for showers and another load of laundry. And I do not want one single comment about how getting pooped on by a bird is supposed to be "lucky"!