The curse of the just-washed car

So after the rain last week, I waited for the weather forecast to confirm that there won't be more rain in their extended forecast, and finally washed my car last night.

And wouldn't you know it? Just after I got back from buying lunch, a bird (or birds) have dropped not one, not two, but three bombs on my car. I even purposely parked away from trees and power lines. Ugh.