That poor dear man. Its funny when you talk about it now but I bet he was mortified. Had the same problem most of my life, there are still certain situations I won't (can't) put myself into. Had to stop one night late driving home from my moms in Indiana to Illinois 90 miles away. Got so bad I pulled over and crouched behind a large bush and well you can imagine the rest....Couldn't find a place open that late. I also didn't make it once in the Sunset Casino and was wearing a tangerine nero jacket and matching pants. Tried to wash the slacks in the toilet bowl but still too noticable SO I pulled down the jacket, looked like a short dress and bravely walked through the casino to the parking lot and drive home, wet slacks in my purse, wet undies on me under the nero jacket. My pulse was 120 beats when I got home. IBS is never funny, not to the person who knows that fear....