Keeping the faith

I am thrilled every time I hop in Max's convertible BMW to take a spin with the top down. Being one with nature, cruising on a sunny day--it's almost a religious experience for me. So, it goes without saying that when we need to choose whether to take my aged, 1997 Saturn with 180,000 miles or Max's beamer out for a spin, the decision is actually a foregone conclusion. However, events of this weekend showed me that maybe, just maybe, I should be putting my faith in something else.

Max was parking his convertible the other day when, suddenly, a drop hit his bald head. It wasn't raining, not even a cloud in a sky.

"Oh, shit!" Max exclaimed with more than hint surprise in his tone.

"What? What's wrong?" I responded in a panic, thinking something tragic must have happened to the beamer.

"It's shit." Max repeated himself. "I felt a drop on my head and it isn't raining. I think that bird just pooped on my head."

I checked the top of his dark heard. Sure enough, the green, gloppy drop glistened in the sunshine.

"Ewwwwwww!" I leaned away from Max's head in disgust. He began to chuckle.

"Well, don't just sit there. Can you grab a Kleenex from the glove compartment and wipe it off?" he asked.

I reluctantly complied with Max's request, handing the dirty wipe back to him when I was finished. "Eeeewww."

"You know, in Greece, it's considered a sign of good luck to have a bird poop on your head. The last time this happened to me, I won the High School Athlete of the Year award for the country," Max said proudly.

I ignored the fact that Max had won an award, focusing on the most important aspect of his story.

"You mean to tell me that this has happened to you before?!?" I couldn't help but wonder what the chances were of having a bird poop on your head, not once, but twice? I'm five years older than my boyfriend and have never had a bird poop on me. Really, I think I'd almost prefer a lightening strike to bird shit.

But, I also couldn't help but wonder why the Greeks, my people, would consider bird poop lucky? One too many glasses of Ouzo?? Convenient Theories R Us?? When I was in Greece last summer, a jewelry store owner told me that they also consider the discovery of snakes in a home to be a sign of good luck. Really, couldn't the Greeks find something less grotesque to be lucky--a gold coin or Prada shoes, perhaps?

And then again, maybe, as was the case with Max, this was all just a way of turning a negative into a positive. We tend to do this all the time. When bad things happen, we placate ourselves by saying things like "everything happens for a reason" or "when one door closes another opens." But does it? Sometimes, isn't it true that shit just happens? I just don't know. I guess it depends on your perspective. People choose to believe as they wish.

I guess in the end, Max can have his good luck sign even if I see the whole thing as a load of crap. And I'll keep my faith in the beamer. Winged creatures, aside, it's still a fabulous ride.


Siryn said...

eeeeewwww. lol!

I think bird shit on my car is enough.

jayfish said...

if it were from a seagull, i'd be disgusted. most other birds don't eat anything that'd gross me out. i've had a couple near misses with getting bombed by a bird. and i hope to keep it that way.

but yeah, it's not the bimmers fault, keep riding in that one! :)

with sprinkles said...

I think you are correct in your assessment that sometimes shit happens and that's that.

TamWill said...

I think the Greek Goddess is the lucky one ;)

You were lucky it hit his head and not yours!

utenzi said...

Beemer convertible, Diane? Yeah--it's worth an occasional cleanup with a tissue. Especially if it's not your nearly bald pate that needs the cleaning. Max can handle a little good luck guano. (though now that I think about it--you're the one that actually handled it~ ewwww)

Mike said...

I'm with you...I'll take some bad luck.

Dan-E said...

just imagine if it was from a much larger bird.

on second thought, don't.

mollymcmommy said...

what are the chances of being struck by lightening twice? then again like you said what are the chances of being shit on twice? thats luck if you ask me! LOL!


kenju said...

That happened to me when I was about 9 years old. I was walking down the street with my dad and a bird pooped on my eyebrow! I was mortified. My dad wiped it off with his handkerchief.

I'd say the convertible is worth it!

Ty said...

I had that happend once while in line for a roller coaster. I didn't have anything to wipe it off with so had to go back out of the line with it on my head until I passed a food place with napkins. Yeah, crowning moment.