Yesterday on my way to a party with a big bowl of chili in the backseat, traffic came to a very sudden stop thanks to one idiotic driver. I had to step pretty hard on the brakes to avoid an accident (along with about twenty other drivers), and the chili flopped onto my floor. What a mess!
Later in the evening, I stopped at a gas station and cleaned off the floor mat while getting gas, and I could tell others around me thought it was vomit by their reactions (groaning, grimacing, etc).
As I was relaying this story to my almost 16 year old son this morning, he said, "Mom, you should have dipped your finger in the chili and licked it in front of them!"
I haven't been able to stop laughing since. Why didn't I think of that?
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