This actually happened to me in the Old Port many years ago. I found a spot on Exchange Street, ran into a little bookstore, came back out in... I swear to God... 3 or 4 minutes and our red Honda Hatchback was covered like this photo. The cars in front AND back of me didn't have one, friggin' bird turd. A woman was leaning against one of the store entryways while taking a cigarette break. She laughed at the shock on my face. I imagine I must have said, "Fuck." I do remember looking at her and saying, "Jesus, the seagulls sure get pissed around here if you don't feed the damn parking meter."
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