Last year around this time I lived in Toronto and some friends dragged me to a seasonal haunted house attraction. Halfway though I legit peed my pants, I guess a few beers beforehand and being chased by a chainsaw wielding clown will do that to me! Anyways, it was very obvious what happened and my friends bugged me mercilessly, giving me the nicknames “pissy pants,” “scaredy cat” and “diaper girl.” Six months after the incident some of them wrapped up a bunch of Pampers for my birthday (I graciously accepted them and donated them to my local food bank). Fast forward to now and I am back living in Vancouver, with all of the witness to my pants wetting friends back in TO. Yesterday a friend here invited me to something called “PNE Fright Nights” which sounds like a living nightmare. I thought this was behind me! I’m thinking I will be “busy” that night!