Now that would make for a nice story at the next dinner

So, you are invited to a home made traditional South Indian dinner at a friends place. Its a good time to catch up with old buddies and meet a couple of new people.

After all the Long times, Hellos and How Do You Dos over a good drink the dinner is served. You are looking forward to gorging on all the delicious food laid at the table. The conversation continue at the table and everyone is having a great time. The new acquaintances are keenly listening to your old stories and the old friends are still laughing at the punch lines they've heard a million times before. It never gets old.

The conversation turns to everyone recounting hilarious situations at past dinners, usually involving an embarrassed friend present and if you are drunk enough, yourself. Like remember the time when you went to the bathroom at a lady friend's dinner and your zipper failed you? You were stuck in the bathroom for an hour before you had the courage to ask the host for some safety pins. Or the time when at a formal dinner at your boss's, while playing with her 4 year old daughter, the seat of your pants ripped? It was also the day you decided not to wear any underwear. You spent the rest of the evening looking ridiculous with your shirt hanging out and your formal coat tied around your waist? Or that fellow's wife who came out of the bathroom with the hem of her skirt tucked into her underwear at the back. She had walked across the hall with all eyes on her before someone told her.

Happens to all of us.

The food is great. Spicy! The Garam Masala and the red chilli powder in the curries is making you sweat but you can't stop, relishing every bite eating with your hands and licking your fingers. More beer is helping put out the fire on your tongue. The (very very) Chilli Chicken has generous helping of green chillies which are burning your lips and your fingertips. Fantastic!

Everyone is still laughing and talking as you head off to wash your hands. Having wiped your hands with a napkin, you can still feel the spices burning on your fingers as you wait to wash your hands in cool water. The beer has done it's job too; the bladder is at full capacity and them some more. You are already doing the piss dance. Fourth in line to the sink, you turn to the left and see the toilet door open and someone exit. Ah! let me take a piss while I wait to wash the red and green chillies off my fingers. And you step away from the line.

Well, DONT! For what happens 30 seconds later will make for a very interesting story at the next dinner.