Or if you’re in a confined space. Such as an airplane. With turbulence to fuel your rebellious insides. And you are foolishly too proud to opt for an adult diaper. And then you have to stand in line for customs, as if you hadn’t exhaustively shared your malodorous cloud with new friends. I hardly felt well enough to care, but in hindsight (har), I should have packed my Toot Tone and GasRight Strips.