At the park with Max this morning.
Felt a splaat (for lack of a better description). Look around and realize a bird has pooped on my head, and my shirt, and my pants, and my backpack.
This was also the first time in about two years that I have left the house without some sort of diaper bag, so had nothing to wipe myself off with. Finally got one kleenex off a kind passerby.
Yes, I know this is good luck, but it's a really messy and icky way to get it.