Is this bird droppings or gutkha spit?
After a long and exhausting day at the hospital, during which I admitted 21 patients, I finally made my way to the car, eager to head home. But instead of relief, I was met with an unpleasant surprise.
Every morning, I make it a point to clean my car before work, ensuring it stays spotless. I’ve often encountered bird droppings—usually in shades of black, white, or grey—and I always wipe them off immediately with a wet microfiber cloth, knowing their acidity can damage the paint.
But today was different. What I saw weren’t the usual splatters but red stains, dried and crumbling into a powdery residue. After such a draining day, this was the last thing I wanted to deal with. Was it bird droppings? Gutkha stains? And more importantly—who in their right mind would do something like this in a hospital parking lot?
After a long and exhausting day at the hospital, during which I admitted 21 patients, I finally made my way to the car, eager to head home. But instead of relief, I was met with an unpleasant surprise.
Every morning, I make it a point to clean my car before work, ensuring it stays spotless. I’ve often encountered bird droppings—usually in shades of black, white, or grey—and I always wipe them off immediately with a wet microfiber cloth, knowing their acidity can damage the paint.
But today was different. What I saw weren’t the usual splatters but red stains, dried and crumbling into a powdery residue. After such a draining day, this was the last thing I wanted to deal with. Was it bird droppings? Gutkha stains? And more importantly—who in their right mind would do something like this in a hospital parking lot?