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A couple years ago there was an armed robbery at a store in town. Both the owner of the store and a customer were killed.
My DH had known the owner, a woman, since childhood. After they caught the guy responsible DH went out to talk to the woman's family and offer his condolences.
Afterwards he's driving back to town and kinda reminicsing when he sees two buzzards in the road ahead, dining.
Now nobody around here slows down for buzzards in the road. If you do, you're wasting your time. They always fly off, but wait until the very last second.
So he sees these two buzzards but keeps going at the same speed. Sure enough, one of the buzzards flew off when he got too close, but the other buzzard couldn't. Apparently he had eaten a bit too much to get sufficent altitude quickly.
What's a buzzard to do???? In order to gain altitude quickly he ummm...jettisoned his payload....right up the hood of my DH's patrol car, straight up the windshield, across the roof and lightbar, down the back window and across the trunk.
I happen to call him about 15 minutes after this happened. I asked what he was doing. He said I'm washing the BLEEP buzzard puke off of my car!!! Man he was mad! Grew up on a farm and he still insists that buzzard puke was the worse stuff he's ever smelled!