I have far more poomergency stories than I’m proud of. It’s one of many reasons I quit drinking. Every weekend should be a harrowing tale of me making it from the 7-11 meat terrarium to my apartment in a drunken voyage.
I do take comfort in knowing I’m not the only one. We’re all just people. Some of us have poomegencies for totally non-alcohol-related incidents. The human body is a delicate system and sometimes there’s no running from the “green apple splatters”.