Yesterday I got mugged by a bird.
I was walking to the subway, minding my own business, when I heard loud squawking above, but didn't think much of it. We have many birds here and they can get quite noisy. All of a sudden I felt a feathery thwack against the back of my head. I looked up and saw a black bird (I think the one that has red feathers hidden in its wings) rising above me into a tree where its compadres were squawking right back at it.
"What is the matter with you," I half-shouted, annoyed. I didn't even care what the passers-by must have been thinking. "What!?!! Was it the Chanel No. 5??"
Then I felt guilty. What if Bird was hurt and had lost its balance, flown too low and into the back of my head? So I looked up and waited. Bird seemed fine, probably had a fight with one of the others, and I was fine, so I continued on my way.