I was heading out towards Kraaifontein on the N1 yesterday and a short distance beyond the interchange with the R300, I noticed an Egyptian goose perched on one of the street lights. “That’s strange”, I thought, “I wonder what it’s doing up there?”. Conducting first-year university physics experiments, apparently. By this I mean it chose that precise moment to take it’s mid-morning dump and proceeded to perform an absolutely spectacular bowel evacuation.
Last night’s dinner struck my windscreen with the accuracy of a smart bomb and almost completely obliterated my view of the freeway. What are the odds? I’ve never had a bucket of whitewash upended on my car, but I think I have a good idea of what it must be like. The foul fowl was either severely incontinent or it really, really didn’t like the look of me. Naturally, I set my wipers going and attempted to dislodge the copious quantities of crap, but my screen wash reservoir wasn’t quite up to the task. I ended up squinting through a hazy translucence while I inched my way to the next exit at about 30 km/h.
Anyone know any good recipes for Crispy Goose? Next time, I’m taking that bastard down.