I was outside the other day and my son narrowly missed having a bird poo on his head. It landed right next to him, one more step and he would have copped it. It reminded me of the day at school when, as a sixteen year old, I was sitting outside, trying to appear cool and nonchalant as one does at that age, when I was bombarded from above and ended up with bird poo on my shoulder. There was no where to hide and of course my friends laughed and then someone said, "You know, it's good luck if a bird poos on you." WTF? It's not lucky, it's unlucky. Lucky is winning the lotto, or avoiding an unavoidable car accident, a bird shitting on me is not improving my life in any way. Soon people will be saying, "Don't worry, it's good luck when your husband leaves you for a younger woman, or it's good luck that your laptop was stolen."
I'm sure they are saying it to make you feel better, but it doesn't, it just sounds stupid. So next time someone you know falls prey to a crappy bird don't tell them they're lucky, maybe offer them a tissue, it's much more helpful.