Today Was a Day Like Any Other

Today began like any other. My sleep is some what under control and I really needed to bring my computer into Tech Guys because for some reason the charger wasn't charging. So I used up the last precious moments of my computers life to figure out how to get to PC World. Easy enough....just take the bus I normally take into town and from there take a different bus.

I stood at the second bus stop, fidgetting with my Ipod, humming, looking at my finger nails, probably made a few weird faces when this older 'gentleman' approached me. In one hand he had a sandwich and the other a huge bottle of juice...oh and let's not forget the massive black eye he was sporting. He started talking to me but I could barely understand his heavy Welsh accent. After about 5 minute of me saying, 'Sorry, I didn't catch that. I'm sorry, what?' I finally understood what he was asking.

'Um, well would you go with me to the cash machine?'

'Actually, I have to wait on the bus. I really need to get some where.'

'Oh well, I really need to get cash out and I was going to pay for a cab to take you where you need to go.'

'No, but thanks. I already paid for my bus pass.'

What the hell? Is asking a girl to the cash machine serial killer code for 'follow me to this dark alley so that I may stab you several times and stuff you in my trunk.' Well, actually here in the UK the trunk is called the boot...but that's besides the point.

Later that day I was on my way back to the bus stop to head home when I noticed something grey out of the corner of my eye. I turned and saw a pigeon flying towards me. For some reason it didn't really click in my brain...I saw the pigeon flying towards and yet the only thing I could think was, 'Wow, that bird is really close.'

And then it happened. The wing of the pigeon hit me right on the bridge of my nose. I don't remember what happened in those 5 seconds except me thinking 'OH MY GOD IT HIT ME! MY FACE WILL NEVER BE CLEAN AGAIN!' I heard the flutter of feathers and the giggles of people who saw the accident.

The minute I got home I went straight for the bathroom to scrub the skin off my face. I don't really need that skin anyway.