To be precise, it was pigeon poo (yuck!).
How did my little jaunt to CVS, and back, place me (so to speak) at the scene of the “crime” at that precise instant?
This avian accident necessitated a detour into Starbucks, where I cleaned off the alimentary outburst to the best of my ability. Leaving there, I proceeded back to work.
Which put me at the intersection near my office just in time for:
An older lady, decked out in a red jumpsuit, cane in hand, yelling at the top of her lungs, “You don’t get no p*ssy for letting me cross the street. You hear me? You don’t get no p*ssy for letting me cross. Maybe if I’s a younger skank, but you ain’t getting any.” This tirade seemed to be directed at no one other than the ether.
Here, again, it’s all about timing: if I hadn’t been so rudely detained by a roosting winged rat, I would have missed out on this colorful outburst.
What does it mean? What, if anything, is God trying to tell me?
As I said above, I believe He is sovereign–the superordinating power which runs the universe. That said, and in the words of C.S. Lewis, “free will almost requires a kind of divine self-abdication.” In other words, if lesson there is to be had here, it’s that:
1) God is good; and
2) Sh*t happens
Sometimes it flows from a cloaca; others, from the human mouth.