Now, let me tell you a story.
A friend of mine had returned home from a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I had a new baby, and brought the child with me to welcome him home (I know what you are thinking, and it was not his baby--shame on you). After a while, my baby started to get cranky, so I knew it was time to head home. I said a bunch of good-byes, teased a few people, laughed at a few more, blew a few kisses, and I was off. I had just put the baby in the car seat when a bowel explosion occurred (not me, the baby).
So, I went back inside and changed the diaper and the clothes, chatted, laughed, insulted a few people, mocked some others, waved good-bye and I was off, again. I drove about five minutes away when I had to stop and feed my screaming infant. While I was, um, nursing my babe, I realized that I had left the diaper bag back at the house. So, I buckled my baby, drove back, and luckily caught someone outside to watch my kid while I quickly went inside to grab the bag.
I went back inside, explained myself to confused onlookers, grabbed the diaper bag, tormented a few people, pointed and waved, high-fived a few, hugged a few, patted some on the back, and quickly left. As I was walking out the door, clutching that diaper bag, I paused and felt the cool night air flow straight to the core of my body. As I looked down, I realized that I had left my shirt completely unbuttoned.
I now have a fear of exposing myself in public. I don't ever want that to happen.