Flight of Ick-arus
A bird s*** on my head today.
It wasn’t until after lunch that I noticed. I scratched the top of my head and felt a thick, crusty patch. I immediately assumed that I’d done something horrible with hair gel in my barely-awake, 5:30 a.m., state. I went to the bathroom to investigate. I pulled at the patch (more of a clump, really), looked at what I could pry off of my hair, and realized with horror that what I’d pulled out was colored green and white. I wasn’t sure whether to vomit, leave work to go home and shower, or suck it up and try and wash my hair in the bathroom sink at work. In case you’re wondering, my hair and shirt were pretty damp for most of the afternoon.