I was really enjoying my lunch today. Sitting outside, enjoying the fresh spring air and warming my body in the sun. On my plate, chicken and vegetarian beans covered in salsa verde. Delish... a real taste treat and up to that point, pretty much the highlight of my day. Half way through, in mid-bite, I feel a splat. I look down at my hand and yep, from the gods, or rather a bird, a big fat turd. I quickly wiped my hand, cleaned it up and proceeded to check the plate for the potential radio active fallout. With all that salsa and liquid from the beans it was hard to tell. Is that ok to eat? Is that the poop? What about that? I inspected every millimeter, and let me tell you, I inspected closely. I didn't want to give up that food, I was determined to persevere through. I was going to give it a try and for some reason just couldn't do it. The thought of accidentally eating bird poop just did me in.
It was a sign. A big fat sign that clearly stated, "You Must Stop Now!" And that I did.