Monday, March 18, 2013

A mataphor? A message?

Yesterday, for the first time in many months, I had my car washed. The passive voice should alert you to the fact that I spent my own personal dollars for this to be done. The car was thereupon shiny and, I like to think, relieved.

Not 24 hours later, this very same vehicle has been liberally shat upon by some [gluttonous? diseased?] bird.

That is all.