Do vehicles count?
My mom has a story from a few years back when she was driving with my brother somewhere and a goose flies over the car and splatters the windshield with his shit. I'm told it was one of the most hilarious things they'd ever seen and I'm pissed I wasn't there for that.
Also was anyone else reminded of the Robot Chicken scene when the bird shits and that guy's snorkel? I'd link it but Adult Swim seems to have removed all clips of it from Youtube.
Not me, but when I went to school there was this kid who would constantly fake stuff to get sympathy, and one day some guy lightly pushed him and he fell to the ground and pretended he was knocked out, mouth wide open and a bird shit directly into his mouth. It was glorious.
No but when I was a kid my friend and I were out riding bikes and a bird crapped on is face, which took him by surprise causing him to wipe out and land face first on the road, giving him a bunch of scrapes and cuts right where the bird crapped on him. So we got back on our bikes to head back to his house. The fall really just ground the bird crap right into his face. It was terrible but also hilarious. Of course one more thing had to go wrong and when we got back to his house this girl he had a crush on was waiting for him in his driveway. He was not thrilled.
Yes, twice. Once when I was a teenager doing my paper delivery route early in the morning. I walked under a tree, bird must have been startled and flew off right fast, left a parting gift on my jacket sleeve.
The second time was awful. I had just recently gone through a very stressful apartment move and the weather was particularly cold, even for that time of winter. I get up early to go to work, walk out to car, proceed to set about scraping the evening's ice accumulation from the windows and *splat* right on the side of my face from the magpie on the light pole above. That was one of the worst years of my life and this incident was the proverbial cherry on cake of misery. :(
Yeah I was talking with a friend and out of the corner of my eye I saw some birds flying towards us. Next thing I knew we had poop on us. The dang bird had done a bombing run on us in the middle of a bustling market. I got some on my eye, face and spectacles but my friend took the full frontal attack of the bombing run with his long luscious hair, he was never the same after that. God damn pigeons.