CH: I’m Immune From Embarrassment

CindyH: But this brings to mind a distant memory of potty-training number one son. By golly, the kid stayed dry from day one, but going number two on the potty freaked him out. He’d hold it for days— resulting in major constipation. The pediatrician advised suppositories and something called Fletcher’s Cherry syrup. I took him with to Rite Aid to purchase his meds. While waiting in line, he turned to the lady behind him and announced, “We’re buying some medicine to stick up my bottom to help me poop!” After that I’m pretty much immune from embarrassment.

Question: Describe the last time that you were embarrassed.