Several years ago, I was helping my brother move his household goods across country in a moving van. We had been on the road for a couple of days, and all of the restaurant food in conjunction with lack of exercise was having a foul effect on my digestive tract. We pulled into Mojave, California at noon and decided to have a quick bite to eat at the local McDonald's.

I felt that old familiar urge coming on, and since I was in a town where no one knew me, and there was a pretty good chance that I would not have any reason to return there in the near future, I decided to let fly with what I thought would be a moderate/average boomer. I had not counted on the thin fiberglass shells of the bench seats acting as such an efficient sounding board, and what I thought would be moderate/average, turned out to be extraordinary. Many heads were turned in my direction, and instead of going on the defensive, I went offensive (again?) and just said "What the hell are you looking at?" Heads returned quickly to "eyes front" and we finished our meal. However, for the remainder of his quarter pounder with cheese, my brother was laughing so hard that pieces of his meal kept dropping out of his mouth onto his tray. I like to think that we made a "lasting" impression on that lunchtime crowd as well as that bench seat.

Sometimes it is just nice to share with those around you and let them know you are there....