I was just walking from the bank to MacDonalds with Son – a fairly regular and uneventful activity. This time, however, now that I am so bird-aware, I noticed how many seagulls were around, even though the beach is a few kilometres away.
I remarked to Son, “Look at all the seagulls!”
Son remarked to me, “Yes, they’re fascinating, aren’t they Mum,” his voice dripping.
Then, all of a sudden, a more significant drip dripped onto my head; a seagull’s poop had landed on my forehead. Oh, the horror of it!
Luckily, MacDonalds has a bathroom, so I raced in to wash the poop out of my hair, trying not to look like a character from Scream 1,2,3,4,5, while Son, beside himself with laughter, ordered our burgers.
It should have been Son’s sarcastic head the seagull pooped on.
Why me?
ps. Sorry there isn’t a picture in this post but (a) I didn’t know this was going to happen; (b) I still haven’t found the zoom button on my new camera; and (c) a photo of seagull’s poop landing on some innocent woman’s head didn’t seem appropriate.
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