Garth and Gladys had the same hair dresser. She was coming in as he was going out. He asked for her phone number. She gave it to her hairdresser to give to him. There aren’t too many eligible men in their seventies, especially one that still had his hair!
Garth took Gladys to a nice Japanese restaurant. Being from Minnesota, he didn’t realize how potent the wasabi could be. He ate a big blob of it while they chatted over a two–hour dinner. Suddenly he didn’t feel so good and headed to the men’s room.
Gladys waited a long time before she asked the waiter to go check on her date. Little did she know that Garth had waited outside the one stall and that the wasabi had acted as a laxative. The guy in the stall was taking his sweet time, and Garth suffered explosive diarrhea while standing outside of it.
Garth’s unfortunate clothing choice of khaki pants only added to his humiliation. But being the gentleman that he was, Garth followed the waiter back to the table to explain to his date what had happened. Gladys was horrified yet understood that the date would have to come to an abrupt end.
Garth apologized repeatedly on the ride home, but Gladys wasn’t having it.
“It could have been me,” she said. “Don’t let this stop you from calling me again.”
Garth was delighted that a little diarrhea hadn’t blown the date.
It just goes to show, each situation is unique. What would be disastrous for one might be acceptable to another.
After all, Garth still had his hair and a few oil wells in Texas.
Chemistry can trump diarrhea. It just depends.
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I couldn’t resist using Depends in my story.