Good Luck/Bad Luck?

Imagine: getting shat on by a pigeon (in Barcelona) at exactly the stroke of midnight, at the turn of the decade-- a comment on the quality of the past year? or a premonition of the quality of the year to come?

Either way, it does nothing to help my fear of birds which has escalated rapidly since 1) being pecked in the head (twice in rapid succession) by a particularly aggressive seagull this past summer and 2) seeing the movie “The Birds”.

Apparently in Romania it is considered good luck to get pooped on by birds, so I think I will stop worrying about the symbolism and just go buy a lottery ticket :)