Bad Luck

I went to work on Saturday as usually, I left early from my house, but arrived five minutes late because I could not find parking.  I drove around for about fifteen minutes until I found a spot on Main Street right underneath a two rather large trees.  An older man was painting a door frame and kept looking at me as I gathered my things from my car.  I thought about asking him if there was a reason he was staring at me, thinking maybe I was in a loading zone; but, I looked at the parking signs and I was in the clear.  So I figured that I'll just go ahead to work.  Hours later, at about 1230 am, I left work and walked back to my car.  Arriving I saw this:

My car was completely covered in bird excrement, this was taken at a gas station, I had already wiped my windshield off, but when I first got to it, you could not see through the glass