Thursday, November 1, 2007

I used to like geese.

Torsten and I did not really do anything to celebrate Halloween last night. Our building has a genius system where people who want trick-or-treaters pick up a Halloween decoration at the front desk and hang it on their door. Then the kids in the building are only supposed to go to the apartments that have the Halloween doors. It's a win-win situation because it's efficient for the kids and people who don't have candy aren't bothered with tons of kids knocking on their door.

Surprisingly few apartments seemed to have the decorations on their doors, at least on our floor, but I passed some trick-or-treaters in the hallway last night with huge grocery bags bulging with candy, so it looked like they were making out okay.

Torsten and I did not decorate our door, in part because I didn't really want to have extra candy lying around the house and also because I had a volleyball game and Torsten was really busy at work.

So how was volleyball, you ask? Well, the game itself was good--we won 3-0. But the most exciting part actually occurred before the game. We were walking into the gym when a line of geese flew overhead. The scene unfolded like this:

Me: Look, geese!
My coworker: Aww. Fly south! Fly south!
Geese: [splat] [splat] [splat] [splat] [splat] [splat]

Yes, that's right. The pretty geese flying south for the winter pooped all over me. And all over the sidewalk. But miraculously, not one of my coworkers got a single splatter on themselves. I guess I took a hit for each of them--I had six charming yellowy brown spots on my shirt. Unfortunately, they were not all visible from the same vantage point, as I had them on my front, shoulder, and back, but I took a picture of a couple of the biggest ones. (This was after I had scrubbed my shirt with water in the bathroom.)


Oh, you'd like to see one of the spots up close? All right then, if you insist.


Sorry about the shadow of the camera, but I think you can get a sense of what they were like. Although you are missing the, shall we say, 3D effect of whatever half-digested food they'd eaten that I scrubbed off in the bathroom. I'm sure you're sorry not to have visual evidence of that. And also, did you know that goose poop smells? Because it does.

But hey, they say getting pooped on by a bird is good luck, and this was the first time we'd won 3-0, so I guess I took one for the team. But still. Torsten says that his mother is going to cook traditional German goose for us when we visit next week, and I had felt slightly guilty about that, having never eaten goose before, but now? Now I will dig in with a vengeance.

19 comments:

  1. Oh my god, that is so gross, and a little bit funny, sorry :) When I was younger, I was cheering at a football game, and all of the sudden, this gigantic mound of bird crap landed all over my white fabric sneakers. So, I feel your pain, at least :)

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  2. hahahahah the only time i ever got pooped on was in 1st grade, at my grandmothers house in Indiana. watch now im totally getting dive-bombed at lunch!!

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  3. lol... ewww.... i once got pooped on by a seagul while I was in South Padre. I was laying out in the sun and SPLAT. at first i thought my friend threw wet sand at me because she was bored and i looked over saying "that wasn't funny" and she's like- what? I look down and there's a big splatter of white poo on me. i did a Baywatch run to the water and washed it out.

    :) thought i'd share. but I'm thinking yours was worse. nice pics though lol

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  4. Oh, the PICTURES OF THE SHIRT! I had to look away. I HAD TO!

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  5. I. Hate. Geese. They are mean and stinky and gross. When I was little my neighbor raised them as pets and they would run at you and peck at you if you went in their yard. Geese are the worst.

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  6. So funny! I've never been pooped on (yet), but right before a track race in high school, the girl next to me got a splat of poop right on her head. I remember sprinting around the track laughing out loud.

    Flibberty just wrote about bird poop today too.

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  7. oh yuck. i've been pooped on MANY times (i must be so lucky!) but i don't think i've ever had multiple poops in one incident. i'm sorry :-)

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  8. Oh no! It must've hurt, since they poop like mid-sized dogs. Did you bruise?

    I've eaten goose a few times. It's good.

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  9. That is sooo funny from here, in my clean office - not so much for you on the street! The stains on the shirt? Nice touch.

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  10. Oh my! That's so funny and sad at the same time!

    I have a friend that got married outside and during the ceremony she got pooped on by a bird. So, if that's good luck then I suppose it was a great time to get pooped on!

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  11. Oh. My. Goodness. I might've thrown up if I was you. WOW. Glad you took pics to prove it. :)

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  12. Oh. Oh dear. That's terrible my friend and probably one of my biggest fears whenever I see a flying object above me.

    yuck

    Jamie

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  13. Ewwww! I hate geese! They used to be all over our college campus, it was like walking through land mines to get to class.

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  14. That is so disgusting---and also hysterical.

    I have this crazy irrational fear of birds, so I never liked geese anyway.

    The business park where I work is loaded with them and they poop everywhere. For that reason, (coupled with my fear of them poking my eyes out) they suck.

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  15. I love that you're the only one that got hit. That would totally happen to me. We won our volleyball game this week too!

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  16. Oh no! That's horrible. I'm quite sorry, my dear.

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  17. I totally do not buy these "good luck" stories. They say this about it raining on your wedding day, too- that it's good luck. As someone who has both been pooped on by birds and had it rain on her wedding day, I have concluded this is just crap people tell you to try to prevent you from freaking out.

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