Seagulls, Stop It Now
Two seagull stories in a row? This is definitely convincing me that I need to behave myself, because I don’t want seagulls dive-bombing me in a gas station parking lot because of my bad behavior, but I especially don’t want them pooping on me.

At least both husband and wife were pooped on, so that on the ride home, neither could complain about the other’s smell. I feel bad for the kid, though; he has to deal with the smell all the way home, and also, I assume they didn’t end up going out to dinner that night, seeing how 2/3 of their party was covered in bird poop.