All the other people out and about are exposed to the risk of being pooped on by a seagul so why do I feel like I am the only one who thinks about it constantly and worries.
Sometimes put my hood up if I know one is going to fly above me.
In all my 25 years of life I have been ‘hit’ once and it was a pigeon, and it was barely noticable. I was able to clean it off before anyone saw. And years earlier a friend was beneath a particularly large release from an unidentified bird (it was probably a pigeon because we were stood next to a building at the time). So why, with one hit in 25 years, do I fear it every day?