I remember this one time a few years ago, when I was at a person’s house for the first time. It was a party that I had been invited to, and I only knew one other person there.
I was having a conversation with another attendee, when suddenly I felt a side stitch. I knew what that meant; I had indulged in a bit too much cheese, and I had to go immediately.
However, the conversation was flowing, and I couldn’t find a comfortable spot to interject and excuse myself. So I sat there for 10 excruciating extra minutes, praying that I wouldn’t pass gas … or worse.Read more on themighty.com