somewhat instant karma

Perhaps I shouldn't have taken such pleasure in Cyndi Lauper getting nailed by a pigeon. I was basking in the sun at a barbecue today when all of a sudden... SPLAT! A bird zeroed in on me and dropped a bomb right on my hand. Thanks to the ricochet effect, my cute capri pants suffered secondary wounds. I wanted to choke the little fucker. It's not as awful as the deposit in Lauper's open mouth but it's still pretty heinous. I've dodged bird poop for 30 years with nary a near miss but mere days after publicly ridiculing another's misfortune, I was hit with a karmic boomerang. I could have done without the bird crap but it's still kinda neat that Fate actually reads my blog.