My friend hates sitting on guy's laps, but not because she's worried about being too heavy.

One time, she was hanging out with a guy who she was definitely into. It was the beginning stages of the relationship -- when you're still trying to decide what an appropriate topic of conversation is -- and he playfully pulled her into his lap for a hug.

And I don't know if it was what she had eaten earlier that day, or the excitement of the moment, but he received a less than silent surprise.

She farted.

Yup. She's with a guy, trying desperately to impress him, and she let out a little thunder from down under. She tooted. She cut the cheese.

Smooth.

But we have all been there. Completely red-faced in what we consider to be the worst possible situation in the world. However, never say never ... it always gets worse. And I, for one, would know.

There are few things more embarrassing than getting caught in the act.

I have the worst luck -- as it turns out, anytime I am, shall we say engaging in some sort of activity that does not require clothing, someone catches me.

I managed a weak smile behind my drenched hair and streaming eye makeup. The stupid hood of the sweatshirt was still wrapped around my neck the wrong way.

The cop was nice and let us go, ignoring the fact that the windows were fogged up and decorated with handprints reminiscent of the steamy love scene in Titanic.

But you know what? Things that originally seem almost unbearably embarrassing always turn out to be great stories.

And if we didn't have these red-faced, stammering moments, we would have nothing to look back and laugh about. Plus, there's something really erotic about being caught by a cop.

But not about farting. Sorry, sucks for you Ali.