About four years ago while waiting for a show to start at Disneyworld, a bird pooped on my head. Yesterday on the walk to class, I'm minding my own business and yep, you guessed it, another perfect hit~he must have had good aim. At least last time I was stationary. Twice!? What is the likelihood!?
Hubby and I went out for dinner last night and we sat at the same table we sat in last time at that restaurant. I said, I wonder what the statistical probability is for us getting the exact same table we got last time!? Then when the waitress came over, he wasn't ready to order. He said I'm not ready because I'm going to get something different. I said, Yep! You're the variable and I'm the constant! (I always get the same thing. I am comforted by consistency.) Statistics is infiltrating my brain.
And I'm thinking of doing a study on how many people have gotten pooped on by birds, cuz really!?
We're off to Relay for Life tonight. Just what I need, a sleepless night. It'll be fun, though, and a good cause.