Mashed Potatoes

Our trip to GF on Monday was uneventful for the most part, until we decided to eat lunch. I'd been nauseated and eaten so little for so long, that my husband was thrilled to hear me say I was hungry for mashed potatoes and gravy for lunch. So being the awesome guy he is, he searched for a KFC and ordered me a large side of mashed potatoes and gravy all for myself, which we picked up in the drive thru. I immediately pulled out the container of potatoes, opened it up and took a fork full.... mmmm it was so good! I was just getting ready to pull the container of gravy out of the bag to add to the potatoes when I felt something very hot against my leg. The lid on the gravy had become dislodged and hot gravy had spilled out of the container, into the bag, thru the bag and onto my lap. So I quickly set the potatoes on our center console in the car and tried to rescue my leg from the burning gravy. At the exact moment I set my potatoes down, my husband turned a corner and the open container of mashed potatoes flipped and landed open side down smack dap centered in my crotch. So I had hot gravy on my thigh and piping hot potatoes piled in my crotch. I started shrieking at my husband to pull over so I could get some relief from the burning potatoes and gravy, but there wasn't a nice place to pull over right away. So I quickly scooped as much of the potatoes out of my crotch and back into the container as I could and waited for my husband to pull over. Once we pull over, I stepped out of the car and bent over with my butt facing on coming traffic and began peeling layers of mashed potatoes out of my pants crotch with a gravy soaked KFC napkin. I rescued my legs and crotch before burns set in and my pants became somewhat presentable, but my dignity was long gone.

Thankfully, I'd rescued enough of the spilled food to satisfy my fleeting craving. And we got a good laugh out of the deal, as well!