At times when I have been down on my luck, kicked in the shins, feeling like beaten dog; my mom, the Captain, has been quick to remind me that there is always someone in a worse situation than me.  Today I met that person.  Well, I met that person’s car.

I’m not quite sure what this poor bastard did to the avian population, but today they clearly took a stand.  Here’s hoping they’re chock full of wiper fluid, or a bad day becomes a real bad evening.  Suddenly my glass is half full.  Thank you, Captain.