You've been running for 2 hours in the pouring rain. Your muscles are screaming at you to stop. You are suddenly hit with fierce abdominal pains which could mean only one thing -- the Runner's Runs (a fancy name for diahrrea). What would you do?
A. Peel off your soaking wet skin tight pants in the middle of the road to relieve yourself.
B. Try to hold it, knowing full well, you can't make it home without going to the restroom.
C. Go potty in your pants and feel squishy and nasty the rest of the way home.
D. Run onto the golf course and squat behind a large pine tree and use your sopping wet gloves to wipe yourself.
I'm never going to admit that this happened to me, or tell you which of the above options I would choose in a similar situation, but . . . if this ever DID happen to someone like me, on a day like today, I bet I would've chosen option D. I pity the poor golfer that accidentally hits a ball off the fairway and into the pine trees though. What a surprise he will get!