Italians think it's good luck, but it's still poop

I was jogging along the Mall today, feeling fairly spry, hale, and hearty. The sprinklers near the Washington Monument had been on and I had run through like a giddy school girl. Hello World; hear Anne roar!!! The weather? Glorious. My workout mix? Rockin'. My ponytail? Jaunty.

Then a pigeon SHIT ON MY HEAD. Right on the sassy ponytail.

Cruel World: 1 Anne: 0