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.
5 comments:
My mom got pooped on once when we were at the beach!
Ewwwww....I have to admit...I have had that happen to me as well. The last time I remember that happening was when walking to school. It sure is tough getting that mess out of your hair!!!
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**hugs**
it's supposed to be good luck!
Why no photos to accompany that post? I'm laughing with you, not at you! I've had it happen to me, too!
I have been searching the internet for some sort of statistic on this. I first got shat upon at age 19 on Navy Pier. I've been left alone until this year (age 23) and I've been hit twice since January (once while walking on a college campus, once on a patio)! Oh, and trust me, I don't think it's good luck!
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