Everyday at 10:30 the bell rings meaning it is time for break. Morning break means tea and chapati. Chapati is fried flat bread... Pretty much delicious greasy carbs on the shape of a circle that brings so much happiness every time I bite into one. The tea is good too, but always really hot. I am sitting in my new favorite spot with Fred to the left, Bernard to my right, and the plate of chapatis near by. I am enjoying my chapati and I feel something set hit my arm. I think maybe Fred spit/slobbered on me. Nope. Definitely bird poop on my arm. Keep in mind I am indoors... Well, I am sandwiched in, and have a chapati in my hand. I look at Bernard who gives me an odd face wondering what is next... And I scrape of off with the edge of the table and go about my break happy, just knowing I need to wash my arm when I get up. I have finished about half my chapati and I want a drink of tea. I lift it, feeling the steam hit my nose I blow in it, smiling because I know just how good it will taste. (There is sooooo much sugar in it, it is like candy.) I take a sip, ouch! Still too hot... I blow again. SPLASH! Tea hits my lip and nose. I look at my tea, I look up, I look at my tea, and I make a sad face. James says, "uhhhh what was that??" I look sadly at the group, "someone just pooped in my tea :("
Vincent takes my tea, dumps it out, fills me a new one, and I scoot down the bench.
Later in the afternoon I discuss this with Fred who has NO clue it happened. I said he was crazy, he was sitting next to me and even scooted away from him after. Bernard says,"I'm whiteness to all of this! I saw both times and can say it happened!" Fred told me sometimes he comes in and finds white poo right there.
I'm picking a new tea spot. We also decided it was the double poopcident day.
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