Don't you hate it when during all the rushing around and braiding hair and wiping faces and zipping up dresses on Sunday morning, you forget to put on deodorant so you comfort yourself by thinking it's okay because you'll just do a lot of leisurely walking at church and make no sudden movements and never lift your arms above your head so as not to break a sweat?
And then at church you get invited over to someone's house for lunch and a full day of water skiing in the hot sunny sun, so after services you high tail it home, grab the swim suits and sunscreen and head down the road forgetting all about your lack of deodorant?
Then you remember the deodorant and the temperature and how that's a recipe for stinksaster and you scare the stuffin' out of your husband by shrieking, "STOP THE CAAARRRRRRRRR!!!"?
So he slams on the brakes and asks what's wrong and you tell him that he has to turn around so you can go back and put on deodorant and he looks at you like you have lost your ever lovin' mind and you say, "I have NEVER BEEN MORE SERIOUS IN MY LIFE. This is an emergency. TURN. THE CAR. AROUND!"?
And he does and you do and the stinksaster is averted but you have nearly had a cardiac infarction in that split second when you thought your husband might gun the engine laughing maniacally as he races headlong toward the lake and you would be doomed to sweating and stinking in that hot sunny sun and would never live down The Stinksaster of Aught Nine?
Oh. Never mind then.