Was on my way to a costume party, wife picked out the costume for me. Remember the Riddler (Batman). Throttle cable snapped about half way to the party, I'm wandering around the interstate in a pair of lime green tights, finally repaired the cable with some odds and ends out of the tool box, just about finished and a truck comes by an drenches me in salt water.
Fast forward two hours, I'm sitting at a table in white crust covered lime green tights. And the honey to my left starts sneaking her hand slowly up my left thigh, OK this is neat. All of a sudden my wife starts sliding her hand up the right thigh. My wife and the honey next to me, end up holding hands, my profuse sweating, just about washed away all the salt.
Moral of the story, don't blame it on the salt XJ Dreamin.