Just another day in the trailer park.

A bird crapped on hubby's car!

Karma hard at work

My husband, Brian, washed his car the other day.  He was sooo proud of his little, and might I add, girl-like ride.  I have to use this car at the time since mine is a bit under the weather at the moment.  So, I run my daughter to the doctors office for blood work.  Now, the parking lot is simply a paved lot with NO trees of any sort.  By the time we came out, we saw that a whole flock of birds had flown over my husband's car and had paid him back for having dared to clean his car without their permission.  It had so many splatters of bird poo on it that I couldn't even begin to count.  I, of course, did not wash it.  I had no money since Brian was nice enough to have ALL the cash put on a card that only he could access, so have fun washing your car again Brian.  Lol.
When I gave him back his car, his jaw dropped and I was almost certain I saw a tear or two just brimming at the surface. 
"What the hell!"  He said.  "Did you park under a huge tree or something?"
"Nope,"  I said "the extreme manliness of your little convertible just scared the crap right out of every bird in town."