Karma

While driving us home the other day, Mark felt an odd wetness on his arm. Then he made a sound of surprise and disgust. "What is it?" I asked.
"A bird pooped on my arm," he said with a bit of dismay in his voice. Suddenly I had the oddest feeling of deja vu . Then I snickered. He didn't.
"You don't think it's funny?"
"Oh, it's funny as hell," he said, not laughing at all, "but how do I get if off of me? Do you have a napkin or something?"
I managed to stop laughing just long enough to find him one.