Winner, winner: You get an embarrassingstory. So here we go.
When I was six years old, myfamily and I attended this really fancy schmancy party. A lot of theater peoplewere there. Pretty sure I even saw Patti LuPone at one point. Anyway, I wasreally young and really intimidated, so I was way too shy to ask where thebathroom was. Well, I couldn't hold it forever and eventually, I channeled myinner Elsa and simply let it go. Here’s the thing though: No one knew I had letit go because a) there was no stain and b) there wasn't a stain because I hadn'tpeed. Yeah, I let go of that.
So, anyway, my little brotherwas super young at the time so everyone had figured it was him. But it wasn’t, andafter checking him, all the adults began scurrying around to find the source ofthe smell. Checking the back of people’s shoes, the bathrooms, making surethere wasn't anything attached to the dog’s fur. Eventually, one of the maids just began spraying air freshener around the entire place.
Finally, I became so scaredpeople would find out it was me that I started crying. My mom found me and themoment she picked me up is the first time I ever saw true horror in her eyes.
Needless to say, even now asa partial adult, my family still forces me to go to the bathroom at least twicebefore we go anywhere.