Went to eat lunch outside with Laura. Found a nice little bench under a tree, in the shade. Ate, chatted, started reading our books. And then I heard/felt a "plop"....what was that!?
A bird pooped on me!!!! I wiped "it" off with a napkin soaked in some water. It was only a little poop. And I thought that surely a bird would not poop on the same person twice, right?
Wrong! A few minutes later: sh*t! Even a bigger "plop"...I had to take my shirt off and put on a cardigan. I'm amazed I did not gag right then and there.
Maybe it's good luck?