Dh once shat himself in Kos.
We had been sunbathing all day and all he had eating was a small panini and a packet of crisps. We got ready to out that evening and he downs two cans of Heiniken whilst getting ready and he comments that they were nice and cold. Freezing in fact.
We arrive in Kos town and had a small bite to eat and then wandered round to find some bars. He tells me he isn't feeling good and need the toilet like now. We hurry into a bar and he makes a bee line for the mens. I order us some drinks and find a table.
20 minutes pass and i get a message of him saying he was too late and can i go to a shop and find him some shorts and babywipes.
I do as any kind girlfriend would have done and went on the hunt whilst laughing to myself.
You know like the shops are open super late when you go on holiday? Well its a good job they are as I was able to find him some new shorts and a couple packs of wipes. I had to sneak into the mens and pass them under the door.
Another 20 mins passed and he emerges in the new shorts....some daft black ones with flames on them....and says quickly we need to leave as it is like a sewer in there.
We got a taxi back to our hotel and he locked himself in the bathroom when we got back and had the longest shower ever.
What did he do with his pants? He said he folded them best he could and left them behind the toilet. No bins so no choice
feel so bad for the cleaners the next morning. Grim.
We had only been together 6 months, 14 years later we...well I still laugh about it and he hasn't touched Heineken since. He believes the cold drinks churned him up.