I thought it was just a little gas. So I let it out. But I immediately realized I had made a mistake. Perhaps the waitress had slipped a laxative into my food at lunch, remembering the less-than-nice tip I had left for her crappy service last time we were there. Maybe it was the workout this morning that stepped my digestive tract into high gear. Either way, it was bad. What made it worse was that I was driving when it happened. I had to sit there for a full 5 minutes before I could pull into the parking lot and carefully extricate myself (and my underwear) from the situation. Yes, I am that creepy person in the garage who was undressing in the car. Horrible? Yes. Hilarious? Hmmm… not so much right now, but maybe once I get home and put some fresh underwear on it will be.
