Orlando. 1992. I was at the Disney Hotel attending the annual Promax/BDA Broadcast Conference. It was cocktail hour. We were all dressed to the nines, sippping champagne and enjoying canapes. I popped a plump, ripe cherry tomato in my mouth. It exploded. A stream of bright tomato juice and cherry seeds shot from my mouth ... across the back of an acutely manicured woman, wearing a WHITE Chanal suit. I held my breath. My friend grabbed me by the arm and marched me away. I remain humiliated to this day. At very least, I owe that woman dry cleaning!!