Ok, now that you mention it....here is my story. I am a mom, 2 kids and I just dropped them off at my parents. Life was going down the drain, just lost our house blahblahblah. Before going home and hiding under the covers for the next 24 hours, I decided to stop at quaint little bar at the end of the street real quick and order a shot. I find a seat on the quiet side of the bar and order my drink. One shot of southern comfort straight up with 2 olives on the side. I dont slam, I sip.

A very nice older guy starts to talk me up and it doesnt take long before we get to talking about my situation. Soon his friend joins in and he is super nice too. They both have been in my shoes and share some stories of the like. Earlier that day, I was being a good mom and made strawberry smoothies for me and my kids, I hadnt really eaten anything else all day. Sooo, when the gentlman closest to me got up to go do something, I passed gas. Silently and much needed. He comes back and we chat some more for a couple minutes.

Then the feeling hits me something wasnt right. The warmth...Go to the bathroom! Its in the back so no biggie. To my horror...yes, you know the rest...berry seeds and all. I try to contain myself, but my white pants are not cooperating in helping me hide my problem on the outside. Now I have to walk past the bar, and the 2 guys and leave into the bright sunlight. I know that guys look any lady over, esp if they have just been talking with them. So the only thing I have in my favor is I am really small and short and they are taller. I bolted from the restroom and mumbled a nice to meet you and almost ran. I would like to think they did not see, but I know they thought it was beyond strange the way I just left. The next time I went to this bar I was 86'd for other reasons that I will take to my grave but I will always remember the lesson I learned that day after the accident. Eat food before you drink your whiskey you dumb bitch!