Murphy’s Elmo

Elmo woke up on the floor next to the bed. Not a good way to start the morning. After hauling himself through the usual morning routine, he paused as he turned the deadbolt on the door. He looked up and saw the pigeon just as a drop of wet, grey, sloppy fluid splashed on his skin just beneath his eye. As he frantically wiped his face, he noticed today had the possibility of rain with a high in the low 70s. Tomorrow would most likely be showers with a high in mid 70s. Elmo sighed and returned to his apartment to dig out his raincoat. The trials of a bad day had only just begun.