So I suppose I was over due for one. Last night, Chris and I went to a play at the Seattle Rep called Betrayal. My mom was out of town and offered her tickets. It's a play written by Harold Pinter and if you have the means, I highly recommend seeing it.
We took our seats about 5 minutes before the show started. The audience was conversing somewhat loudly, Chris and I both studying the program brochures. The lights dim, the audience silences and the actors take the stage. A few lines were spoken, and then my stomach, which had been acting funny all day, let out the loudest moan I have ever heard. It shook Chris's seat! He gave me the funniest look - of shock and denial - and I couldn't stop silent giggling for 5 minutes. It was one of those super loud moans - a funny reminder that human behavior can be erratic, unpredictable and unstoppable. Even the people behind us squirmed in response.
Fearful it would happen again, any shift in my intestine would leave me anxious that Bertha the Betrayer would speak again. Thankfully she said all there was to say and lay silent thereafter.