Blessings from between heaven and earth

I had a break in work yes­ter­day morn­ing and so I drove myself and my busi­ness part­ner to break­fast. In the car, he noticed three large blotches of bird­shit on the wind­screen, and laughed his head off. Totally under­stand­able, because the blotches were so big they looked like upturned tubs of chut­ney (with­out the tubs).

Maybe because it was a slow morn­ing and there wasn’t much else to laugh about, the busi­ness part­ner kept laugh­ing about the bird­shit, which was stub­born enough to resist sev­eral squirts from the wind­screen wash thing (what is that thing called?). He laughed halfway through break­fast until he was stopped by a quite audi­ble plop. He’d been shat on by what must have been a really, really big bird. The blotch on his shoul­der was so big it looked like an upturned tub of cucum­ber raita (with­out the tub).

After help­ing him clean his shirt and our hands, we set­tled down to resume break­fast, but we were inter­rupted by the cof­fee shop aun­tie who asked, ‘Niao da bian ah? (did a bird just defe­cate on you, you poor dear ah?)’.

Aun­tie exhorted us to buy 4D, using the unit num­ber of her shop, say­ing the last time some­one got shat on, he struck big time and bought her a meal.

We said ok, just so she’d leave us alone with our meepok breakfast.

But this morn­ing, she came by again and told us we owed her a meal because the unit num­ber turned out last night to be one of the starter prizes.

Fuck­ing birds.

Big tree give us shade. Big tree also give us birds perched and primed to unload: Novena cof­fee shop