Shit happens

I’d forgotten all about this, but I remembered it this morning. For reasons unconnected with the incident I hasten to add. Such a disclaimer will become understandable shortly.

During the holidays, the missus was watching television, and as I walked into the living room, I saw glimpse of a TV talent running off screen. He looked somewhat embarrassed and was certainly in something of a rush. This speedy departure was greeted with a mixture of laughter and disgust from the studio audience and his fellow TV celebs.

Having no idea what was going on, I said to the missus

“What’s he doing? Why as he just run off?”

“He’s just shit in his pants” was her swift and decidedly frank answer.

“Oh” was the most I could manage in response.

I waited a little while for some kind of explanation, or a little bit of elaboration, but none was forthcoming. She just carried on watching the show as though nothing especially out of the ordinary had occurred. Maybe it hadn’t.

It left only one option. I quietly turned around and left the room.