My twin sister and I had gone to Cedar Point. This was about, oh, five or six years ago. (I was visiting her from Texas at the time.)

We'd left eartly in the morning, arrived at the Park before opening; when the gates were raised, we went immediately to the Raptor (an inverted coaster--the ski lift type cars hang UNDER the track, allowing your feet to dangle). Whatta ride!! Rode it twice in a row...had to sit down for a bit, so we could get our bearings (messes up your balance, those six inversions!).

We went on several more rides, then decided to break for lunch. Enjoyed a burger & fries, waited a while to let things settle, then rode a couple of the tamer rides (just to be safe).

I then decided to attack the BIG ONE.

Cedar Point's tallest roller coaster (at that time).

Magnum XL-200.

Two hundred ten feet tall. HYPER-coaster. (First to break 200 feet.)

WHOO-HOOOOOOOOOO, this was gonna be fun!!

Karen decided to sit this one out. Okay...here I go.

Get in line. Line's not too bad today...only 15 minutes. Cool!

The front seat is mine! WHOO-HOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Up (and up and up and up) we go. Seems to take forever.

Soon enough, we're cresting the hill...AAAHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHH!!!!

FLYING down the other side, over 70 miles an hour, HOLD ON TIGHT, BABY!

Up the next high hill, through some tunnels, a couple of steeply angled turns, a few more "lift" hills (AIRTIME!), the ride's over.

I get off, laughing like crazy.

I decide I have to go to the restroom. I'm in one of the stalls, and someone comes in, a woman, she's panicking by the sound of her voice. "Any one got any shampoo? Any one got any shampoo??"

I come out, and it's soon obvious why...

A seagull had...downloaded...on her HEAD.

Whatta mess. Her hair--COVERED.

Some lady came to the rescue...she had a small, trial size bottle of Pert shampoo with her; she told the poor bird victim she could keep it.

I asked her with the straightest possible face (and believe me, it wasn't easy) what in the world had happened.

She'd been riding the Magnum, going up (and up and up and up) when all of a sudden, this seagull just...dumped.

Bullseye!! Target practice!!!

I managed to keep my face neutral, but the moment I got out of the restroom, I doubled over and just HOWLED with laughter. I couldn't help it.

My twin sister asked me what was so funny. I could hardly tell her, I was laughing so hard. Finally, I managed to gasp it out, and SHE lost it.

We laughed the rest of the day.

And kept our eyes out for marauding seagulls using Park guests as targets.

Stupid seagulls.