OMG Moments

So many indignities, so little time.

MS is comical at the best of times. My gait resembles a drunken Roomba, my speech is stunted and choppy, and everything in my brain has now taken up permanent residence on the tip of my tongue. Names? Fuggedaboudit. Dates? Fuggedaboudit. But I had my first MS-related OMG moment last Sunday.

We started discussing a favorite interest of mine

My wife and I have developed a close relationship with the owner of the hair salon we frequent. N is a wonderful person who oozes talent and creativity. She's an incredible empath and her family and ours share many interests. One interest that N and I share exclusively is target shooting. We were both introduced to the sport by our parents when we were young and continued with it as adults. When N and I start talking ballistics, my wife's eyes glaze over followed shortly by N's husband's.

I start to get caught up in our conversation

So, when N and I get some time to ourselves, talking shooting is our guilty pleasure. No one else we know gets excited about recycled arguments about 6.5 Creedmoor vs. .308 win. except us. And we are VERY opinionated on the topic. N starts off the conversation by pulling out her clippers and telling me about her latest range trip with her dad. She was getting sub-moa groups at 200 metres with her .223 - which is pretty darn good. She's in full auto mode - I've been getting "corporate haircut #2" for so long I'm pretty sure it's all muscle memory for her. Hair is finished and we go up to the front counter to finish our discussion. Apparently, her Dad's friend brought his Desert Eagle to the range. For those of you who don't know, that's a very manly handgun, with a significant kick.

And then it happened

Now, N and I are engaged. She's pantomiming her shot (no one forgets their first Desert Eagle shot) and I'm reciprocating. We're laughing our butts off at the sheer ferocity of the recoil. And then it happens.

I piss on her floor.

I usually have a 30 second window, but not this time. One second, I'm laughing at the price of a .50 AE round (6 bucks per trigger pull!), and the next thing I know, my shorts are soaked through and there's a stream of whiz running down my right leg. To say I was embarrassed might be the understatement of the 21st century.

Anyway, I guess our friendship has evolved to new depths. Or heights. I'm not sure which descriptor is more applicable. N and I haven't chatted since then, but that's not uncommon. But I gotta say, the ensuing silence is just a tiny bit uncomfortable. Perhaps instead of fudging around on the forum I should be writing a 'Dear N, Sorry for whizzing on your floor' text.

So what's your funniest MS OMG moment?