The five of us were driving to Chicago for <reasons>. Norman, three ladies, and myself. Norman was doing the driving. Alexa was handing out piles of m&ms and Norman was joyfully shoveling them down.

We stopped at a fast food restaurant to powder noses and get more to eat and drink. Most of us were heading back to the car while Norman stood in line to order something more complicated.

As we were leaving, a woman who noticed that we were with Norman pointed out that there was a dark brown mark on the back of Norman’s otherwise khaki shorts. The mark looked an awful lot like a sh1t stain and was exactly where a sh1t would be.

We quickly figured that the mark was what was left from an errant m&m. The girls figured that if Norman was told about this, he’d get all embarrassed. They decided to leave him in line letting the rest of the customers to wonder why Ray was in a restaurant with sh1tstained khakis.

When the rest of us got back to the car, Daisy checked the driver’s seat for a source of the stain. She didn’t find anything where the stain would have come from but she did find some melted chocolate on the side of the seat.

In other words, Norman wasted 2 m&ms.