The Bird Poop Express

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Don't forget about Photoshop Jeff! It's the goodness that's good because you made it good! I'll give it a week or so and then post all the entries. This one came from V... thanks, V!

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The other day I left work and walked out to the parking lot. I wandered around for a few minutes before I found my car. It had changed colors.

It seems that the winged wonders of Oklahoma are experimenting with a new migration pattern. There are no poles or wires over where I park, and yet my noble steed was coated with the detritus of a hundred sparrows. Top, sides, hood... literally every surface. No one else's car was defiled.

I drove home in the Bird Poop Express.

When I got home, my wife saw me pull into the driveway. She stared at the poop-mobile, eyes wide. In the distance, a neighbor's dog began to howl sadly. "Please tell me you're not parking that thing in our garage," she said. "That much methane might be a fire hazard."

Today my car is shiny red again, instead of lumpy brown. Thank goodness for the car wash. I hope they don't have too much trouble unclogging their drains.