It was lunchtime my senior year of high school. Our band clique was sitting around the lunch table chit chatting after we finished eating. You know how that went, even in small town Arkansas, we all had certain tables where the various groups of people hung out. Ironically, the band kids were the only ones friendly enough to have the “leftover” kids with us too.
I don’t remember why, I really don’t remember why we started this conversation at lunch, but apparently the guys of our group were curious about periods, and I don’t mean the grammatical kind. The girls were patiently looking at the guys and taking turns answering the questions. I however, managed to put it all to a screeching halt, and I am pretty sure I traumatized a few men in the process.
My best friend Dustin, was sitting there. Dustin, thin little Dustin who sings all the time and loves life, who was completely clueless about women.
Dustin: Can you feel it when it is actually coming out of you?!!!!
Me: (Dead serious look on my face. I never cracked a grin) Only when you fart at the same time and it bubbles.
The look of utter horror on his face was priceless. If I could have bottled it and kept that look for whenever I needed a new laugh I would have it with me all the time. Priceless. The guys scattered after that and we girls sat there laughing until we couldn’t breathe.