God Gives Me The Bird

I almost forgot to post this rather traumatic event that happened to me today... well, yesterday if you want to get technical about it.

I went out to my car to head to work as usual, open the door, throw my purse onto the passenger seat, sit down and close the door. Nothing unusual or traumatic about that, right?

Then a FUCKING BIRD flew up into my face and flapped frantically all over the inside of my car.

Yes a bird was IN my car. In my fucking car! How the hell did a fucking bird get in my fucking car? I have no idea. All the windows were closed... hell, two of my windows don't even work.

Needless to say I screamed and jumped right on out of my car and open as many doors as I could as quickly as I could so the damn thing would fly out, which thankfully it did quickly. It was one of those little brownish gray numbers and I thought it was a bat at first.

I wonder if it was in the car all night? My car is messy enough that it probably ate quite well and now that I think about it there may be a pile of poop somewhere yet to be discovered. Won't that be fun to find?

I'm just glad it didn't fly up in my face as I was driving. A bird in the house is said to be bad luck... what does it mean if it's in your car?