When traipsing through the Tube station and getting ready to hop on the arriving tube, one may worry about getting accosted or attacked by some would be robber....well, in my case it was a pigeon. The attack was vicious and relentless and I'm quite happy to have made it with very little than a bit of emotional damage. I didn't see the attack coming as the pigeon had done a wonderful job of hiding under the seat and under a copy of the London Paper. I guess the idea of me potentially invading its territory had apparently set this vicious beast into a frenzy. Thankfully the next stop arrived and my strong defenses proved to much for the pigeon and with one last gift of droppings on my shoulder it escaped. I now know not to be worried about someone brandishing, perhaps a weapon, rather those damn pigeons.
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Don't they say that pigeon droppings are a sign of good luck? Much like stepping on a cow patty or dog sh!t or... no, right, these can't be good luck at all. The pigeon, however, and a London pigeon at that, caw-cawing on the shoulder of an innocent Canadian, after ruthlessly scaring the absolute shit out of him, is, no doubt, good luck my friend.
Lovely story. Thanks for sharing.
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