I went to get gas for my drive home earlier today, and while I was filling up I squeegeed (is that even a word?) my windshield, which is one of my favorite things to do. Seriously. I don't really know why but I think it's just great. On my way home I stopped at the library to pick up a dvd I had on hold, and when I got back in my car not even 5 minutes later, there were THREE splats of bird poop on the windshield I had just lovingly cleaned. And the biggest one was out of the reach of my windshield wipers.
Honestly, like, what are the odds?
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