I suppose that it was bound to happen sometime in my life.

A bird shat on my head today.

It is quite an unpleasant experience. I don't think that there is a graceful way to recover from airborne scat falling from the heavens. If you had seen me from afar, you would have seen this guy minding his own business as he walked down the sidewalk, then suddenly swerved erratically and started rapidly wiping his head in disgust, cursing for no apparent reason. If you would have been a little closer, you would have seen the projectile poopie hit his head and heard him begin chanting "shit, shit, shit," oblivious to my fortuitous selection of swear words.

I can't blame birds too much. Whose to say that Superman never did the same? If I could fly, I sure would be temped.