You know I love you, right? Unconditionally and all that. But will you please stop kicking me in the bladder? I nearly peed myself on the streets of San Francisco, which would have been highly embarrassing, especially since we weren’t walking around Haight-Ashbury, the hippie area of SF, where peeing in one’s pants isn’t completely out of the realm of possibility.
So, thanks in advance for your consideration in this matter.