Many years ago my son was one of those teenagers who you’d mutter under your breath that you blame the parents
he was that bad he was brought home by the police almost every time he left the house,was banned from local shops unless I was with him and even our
local church banned him from stepping on their land-loads more but I was doing my best with him-but nothing seemed to work
anyway he grew up into a lovely,hard working,thoughtful lad who has his own place and a dog
he rang me one day and asked if we fancied giving him,his mate and the dog to a seaside town (he wanted us to travel 130 miles to give him a lift that was half hour on the train-cf!)
we agreed as he hadn’t seen him for a while-drove up,picked the 3 of them up and got to the seaside so the dog could have his run on the beach
while we where watching the dog,my son ran over the road to get a drink and came back to us to drink it
hed just opened it when a seagull flew over his head,and did the biggest shit I’ve ever seen over his head-it was everywhere-his hair,phone,clothes,drink,shoes,brand new phone (he’d had it a day!) his fag and his rucksack
he pissed ourselves laughing while he did the ‘a gull has shat on me’ dance while demanding baby wipes to clean himself up-we couldn’t help-we where too busy laughing
i swear if I could have done I would have bought the hull a massive slap up dinner-it was karma in one big shit