Splat.That’s what John Garrett ’98 felt one October afternoon as he left work. Splat. A bird had pooped on his head. “The next night I went to the open mike with it,” he says. “I just went on stage and talked about it. I didn’t even have a joke. I just wanted to say it out loud in front of a bunch of people.” That’s how it is for a stand-up comedian—every moment, even an embarrassing one, is fodder for material.