Well I shared this with Lil in chat tonight... but I'd thought I would share with all of you to give you all a chuckle
My husband, son, and I went to dinner tonight at one of my favorite little french bistro restaurants. I don't usually have too many choices on the menu and stick to what is safe. So I ordered what I usually do: French Dip sandwich, hold the horseradish. I love this sandwich and I was so hungry and ready for it.
We get the plate and I grab my sandwich and dip it in the au jus and let it soak for a while to get really soft, YUM. I did that with the first couple of bites. The third bite must have not been dipped long enough because I identified that I had horseradish in my mouth. I put the sandwich down and I tried to remain calm because I knew what was coming. All of a sudden, I jumped up hitting the tray on my way up and everything on my tray goes flying and crashes on the floor... I don't look back and don't care at that point because my destination was the bathroom. I ran like I never ran before and the urgency came on so suddenly. Thank goodness there was an empty stall.
When I came out of the bathroom, every one in the restaurant was staring at me as if they were waiting to catch a glimpse of the mad woman that caused such a rucus. I sprinted to my table where my husband was quickly boxing all of our less than half eaten food, picked up my purse, and headed out the door barely noticing the poor waitress cleaning all of the food that went flying along with my tray. All the while, my son is just sitting there sipping his sprite without a care in the world. As I hunckered down in the car, my husband came out with boxes of food with such a panic stricken look on his face.
I barely made it home and I was in the bathroom again. The big D had me tonight. Needless to say, I won't be frequenting that restaurant again (thank goodness they have other locations).
Now thats a night to remember... I know we all have these stories 