This one is for my dear friend Spaw. A true story that happened last night. I came home late from Wisconsin via Chicago to Buffalo. Well in Chicago I was hungry so I thought wow a Mexican Restaurant wow, wow. Now people like myself that have Chrons disease pretty much know what we can and can not eat. However, at times, my carnal desires win out over my common sense.

On the flight back to Buffalo, I was sure that death awaited me upon landing. Once I was off the plane I did my best interpretation of a marathon running and headed for the nearest mens room.   As I entered the stall a larger rapper type man entered the one next to me about the same time. I knew right away that things were not going to go well for him.

suddenly I hear this voice
"Whoa Man, Whoa, that is soooo wrong dog"
"You are killing me I can't breathe"

I answered, "you think it is bad there, I am a lot closer than you are"

"Whoa that is just wrong dog, that is just plain wrong"

I could only answer
"Gosh that burrito was spicy - sorry"


The best part is I skated out of there before he did. I am sure other people thought it was him