It happened about 2 years ago when I was in college. It was a little after noon in the springtime and I was waiting for my next class to begin. I thought it would be nice to sit under a nice shady tree in the pleasant weather and enjoy the cool breeze out of the valley as got in some studying. So I did.
pit pat, pit pat
I looked around to see what it was and saw some things falling out of the tree. Well it was spring and windy so I thought nothing more then the sound of the berries falling.
pit pat, pit pat
Wow, they’re sure were a lot of them. But it was pretty windy.
pit pat, pit splat
Oh! Right in the middle of the book I was reading. It looked like the berry had burst open upon impact or more likely had spent all of 20 minutes inside the belly of a small bird. pit pat, pit pat It was a veritable shitstorm. I wisely decide against looking up to make sure and beat a hasty retreat and then turned around to see a flock of teeny tiny little satisfied birds sitting right above my former spot.
When I got to the bathroom I found at least 7 strikes up my back and on my shoulders and God knows how many in my hair and even a few had managed to arc around my slightly leaning forward body to strike the front of my shirt. My backpack had been tagged pretty heavily as well. My pants also had a few. I did go to my class but only with a very wet shirt and hair. Oh man did I want to shoot those little flying rats! Now however I can look back and laugh about it. About how happy I am that it wasn’t pigeons like the ones that got Mel Brooke in High Anxiety.
Epilogue
I have since become very aware of my surroundings when I’m out and about and have yet to be struck again.
I consider myself very fortunate to have experienced the refrigerator scene from 9 1/2 weeks with an ex GF not too long ago. Wow, was that ever a night to remember
Well back in the early 80’s my parents took my bro, sis, and me cross country (NY to CA) by car. It was four weeks of hell at the time but good memories now.
A few years later, Vacation comes out. We noticed a few similarieties.
I bought a Cowboy hat in Tombstone, AZ (hey,I was 12) and so did Rusty.
We stayed at the hotel that Clark robs at the Grand Canyon
Our parents bought us these new gadgets called “walkmans” and the Grizwalds had them too.
There were a few other things as well but they were more things that happen to evey family on vacation. Unfortunately Christie Brinkley wasn’t one of them.
Oh, a few years later our parents take us to Europe and guess what. Yup, European Vacation hits theaters soon after. Although the similarities weren’t the same as the original. It was a sequel after all and they are never as good.
I still think there was someone selling our story to Hollywood but didn’t tell us.
But a few years ago, I lived a scene from John Waters’ Female Trouble: I was walkin’ down 9th Avenue with a friend, and “a rat jumped out and bit my new nylons!” When I got home from the doctor I called John to tell him, and he went, “Really? Ewww!”
"I don’t like this neighborhood, Donald—I’m afraid a rat will jump out and bite my new nylons!"
It either bit me or scratched me—anyway, it ran my stockings, the little bastard, and I had a small cut. The doctor said, “We won’t bother with a rabies shot, as rats don’t usually carry rabies.” That word “usually” was dancing around in my head for the next two weeks . . .
You know, this is harder then I thought it would be. Sure I’ve ridden a bike off the road kinda like in The Goonies and I’ve had cross-country guarantees of sex like in The Sure Thing but these coincidences don’t actually add up to a moment like in High Anxiety. Well I have had several conversations with my Grandmother that have been almost perfectly mirrored in Mother. Like the one where she buys the ultra cheap ice cream or where he buys the most expensive jam on the shelf. In fact I’ve lived about half of that movie.
P.S. I always hate coming back into threads I started. It always makes me feel so obligated to pass out kudos. But you know you all did fine here so kudos to all.
Well, my uncle left town after his birthday party, but he left me his house and a small envelope with a ring in it. A slightly eccentric friend of his happened to be over and insisted that I throw the ring into the fireplace, something about an inscription…
