I’m in Dallas visiting Mike, and he let me drive his car around yesterday while he was at work. Mike’s car is his baby. I think I was more nervous driving it than I was taking my pharmacology final. His car is black, and when I walked up to it after leaving the store, I noticed two new scratches on the hood. They were off white, so I thought they were down to the metal. My heart almost stopped beating. Do I just go right to the car shop and get it fixed so he doesn’t find out!? I ran my finger along one of them to see how deep they really were, and made an important discovery: bird poop. I just ran my finger in bird poop. LOL… well, at least they weren’t scratches, right?