My mother has a habit of letting of her famous SBD’s [sub](SBD’s = Silent But Deadlies)[/sub] in the middle of a dept. store or, even worse, at the checkout lines.
I remember vividly, I was about 14, waiting as our groceries were being rung up when all of the sudden, my eyes started to water, and my nose hairs all fell out. I looked up at my mother, who’s doing an academy award winning performance, acting like nothing has happened.
Meanwhile the cashier has also noticed that something’s not right in the state of Denmark, picks up the fryer chicken off the conveyor belt and say’s, “I think this is past it’s prime, I’ll have another one brought up.”
I’m about to snort cherry ICEE out of my nose, which, in hindsight, might’ve made it feel better by putting out the burning sensation, because I know this poor chicken is getting a bad rap, when it’s my mother who’s at fault for stench permeating the 10 foot radius surrounding us.
I love my mother dearly, but my nose hairs are twitching at the memory… Ugh!