That’s Some Good Sh*t
My friend and I were walking across the small stone, roadway bridge in the center of town when a flock of geese took off from the river below us on our right. They made such a clatter! Suddenly they were swooping down on their way to the river on the other side of us. We were the only ones on the bridge. The geese were directly above us. They were huge. They looked like giant claymation or animation creatures to me but they were real. It was a wonderful, almost surreal moment. Suddenly my friend and I both noticed that the one directly above our heads was shooting out some poop. “Look out,” she yelled. We both swerved to avoid the poop bomb but I must have stuck my butt out because part of the discharge landed on the left coattail of my shirt. I didn’t realize this at first. We thought we had come away clean when we found the poop splat on the sidewalk. But as I turned to get a better view, my friend noticed some poop on the lower part of my shirt. I was elated. I grew up in an Italian household. For us, a bird pooping on you is a sign of massive good luck or approval, depending on the situation. I held my shirt away from my shorts, washed it out in a store’s bathroom (there were chunks), then headed off for a long hot walk. My shirt was completely dry about halfway through. I thought about how my heritage kept me from getting upset. It also didn’t hurt that all the poop washed out without a trace. Lucky me.
Cinse Bonino
2024
