Your feelings are yours. Don’t let anybody else decide what you’re feeling…
My cousin and I were walking through Amsterdam centre this weekend on our way to get some lunch, when we passed our favorite Belgian Fries joint. We looked at each other, knowing exactly what the other one was thinking; “Shall we?”
It is a rule, an unbreakable rule, that we HAVE to have some fries when we are in the neighborhood. They are just simply the best!
(Uhm yes… even if we already are on our way to lunch… Don’t ask me to explain it. Just try the fries and you will understand. I’m sure of it.)
So while we were standing in line (it is always extremely busy at this place), feeling a bit guilty about the binge that was about to happen, all of a sudden I heard a >splat< sound and I felt something cold fall on top of my head.
Oh nooo!!! I got pooped on!
Out of all these people in crowded Amsterdam, a bird picked me for target practise today! Yuck! How rude!!!
So my cousin quickly asked for some napkins from the Fries place to wipe the bird droppings off my head, while the Fries fryer explained that getting pooped on by a bird is considered good luck. He made it sound like a blessing! Either way, my cousin and I took it as a very literal sign from above that we should probably get out of the long line and not get the fries today.
I don’t know if I should really feel all that lucky about getting pooped on… However, I guess the chances of getting hit by crap falling from the sky are pretty slim… Show your hands; how many of you have gotten pooped on lately? So maybe I am a ‘chosen one’…
Who knows, maybe the Frie guy was right, and my luck is about to change. Or maybe people are just saying that it’s good luck to make the people with bird feces on their head feel a little less bad?
Either way, I did buy a lottery ticket… Just in case.
~love & smiles~
Wouldn’t it be great if you could transform your passion into your paycheck?