#53 Saturday

Little birdy fly so free.
Little birdy crapped on me!

It was a bright and sunny afternoon. I had made my 3 good friends wait for nearly half an hour for a lunch meet-up with my family because it was my younger brother's birthday and we had arranged for a catch up session.

I guess my tardiness was the reason for my impending misfortune.

To cut things short, I went to buy the food and drinks and the recruit and corporal helped bring them back to the tables. Due to a shortage of table space in the air-conditioned indoors, we made do with sitting outside (we had 7 people in attendance). So my brothers and my mom came and we sat down to eat.

After the meal, I got up, washed my hands and came back to my seat. Not long after I asked if we were ready to leave, it happened.

SPLAT!

Something wet hit the left side of my face (and spectacles) and trailed down.
Gravity prevails. Not a consolation.

At first I thought, "wah, so suay, can kena rain even under the shelter." A moment later, it dawned upon me that I was the only one who got hit. Looking up, I saw the cause of the mischief and I almost had a heart attack.

"That #*&%#$&# bird bombed me!" I cried out in a fit of rage. "Why you little..."

My mutterings were drowned out by the combined laughter of those present. I then took some serviettes, cleaned up and rushed home for a bath, barely half an hour after my last.

Fortunately, the bird didn't decide to bomb in the middle, or at the start of the meal.

Otherwise, I don't think we'd eat KFC for a long time to come. =/

To top it off, Mom told me to buy 4D, placing my bets on the numbers 0711.

That day happened to be 7/11.

"Zhong Tou Jiang".