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Originally Posted by Pressing-On
LOL! We lived at one end of main street growing up. My sisters and I used to walk to town almost every day during the summer.
One day my brother went with us. We were walking down the street and a bird pooped on his head!!!! He just stood there crying his eyes out!!!
That's what the cartoon reminded me of! 
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In high school one year, I was carrying the only bass drum in a marching band and the whole band depended on me to keep rhythm. During the parade, a bird pooped on my head, and I had to keep going like nothing had happened until the end of the parade!!! It was awful, but funny now.
This was during my era of "braces" and the dentist wouldn't let me continue to play clarinet, so they put me in percussion.