Because I bet it can't beat mine. Good god I want to shrivel up and die. Was in Asda with DH last night. For reference we have a very casual and schoolboy way of talking to each other. A lot of our humour is trying to shock the other one into laughter by saying OTT things. I offer this in slight defence while accepting that I am very immature and have brought this entirely on myself, a 48 year old mother who should know better.
Anyway we were in bakery products. DH was choosing bagels and I wandered away to look at birthday cakes for DD. For context I have been having some digestive issues. I have been, if you'll forgive me, gassy as hell. Not that I fart in public but I was feeling bloated and like I needed to. So anyway, with this in mind and because I wanted to make DH laugh by saying something childish and gross (and again, I know this not a dignified trait so no need to tell me what a wronger I am) -- so when I rejoined him further down the aisle I walked up behind him, stood on tiptoes and loudly whispered in his ear 'I think you're going to need you to do the Heimlich on my arse'.
And it wasn't DH. It was another man in a navy top and jeans. Who looked round at me with a very surprised look on his face. DH had gone round the corner into biscuits. And I, an outwardly respectable middle aged woman, had just - without preamble or context - invited a complete fucking stranger to violently compress my bottom. And I didn't explain any of this because how could I begin to explain any of this, I just felt faint with shame and scuttled off. Oh my god. I am never going in that shop again.