As I was leaving the house today to meet with a prospective client, a bird crapped on my head. A chubby little robin actually.

So I went back inside to assess the damage - and it was quite apparent that a bird did indeed crap on my head - so a shampoo was necessary.

Of course, I had to phone my client to inform her that I would be late for my meeting. And instead of blaming traffic, terrorism or the weather, I told her the truth.

By the time I reached her office, she had informed some of her colleagues about my situation. The receptionist even asked me to touch her lottery ticket for luck. Go figure.

Let's see how the rest of the week turns out.