Why?

Why do I always seem to wind up in the camping spot that has noisy small children next to it? And why do those small children think it’s massively enjoyable to feed the seagulls (flying rats)? They just about drove us nuts feeding the damn things this morning, since the gulls then lit on everything in sight and proceeded to shit on it.

Poetic justice was served up when the gulls invaded their outdoor meal this afternoon, and what they didn’t make off with, they shit on.

Mom and Dad no longer found the feeding of the gulls endearing. It will take a while for the birds to leave, but I bet it will take longer before the parents forget the loss of their meal.

Once in a while, things work out like they should. We just sat in the trailer and smiled. Because we were not the ones being shit on.

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