Why?

Why is it that whenever you are not allowed to do something that suddenly you need to or want to do it. For example, before I left for Jamaica 2 weekends ago...or rather my flight from Kingston to Toronto...I was totally fine. But as soon as I'm strapped in, in the plane...I get an itchy bird. Not before when I'm taking my last ditch effort to empty my bladder in the airport loo. Nope, my body had to wait until I was on an airplane full of people before my bird started to itch. And as any female can tell you....there is no polite way to scratch that itch! I tried the 'wiggle' where you shift your bottom and hope ... just hope that you have some rough skin somewhere...which you never do, but that didn't work. So I sat for almost the whole hour thinking about scratching a certain itch...mind you as soon as we landed...the itch went away. Don't think this is a one time thing. As soon as I got on the flight between Toronto and Jamaica, I was fine...as soon as we take off ...................FREAKIN ITCHY BIRD!!! And to top it off...my butt started to itch too. Sometimes I wish I was a man. Because nobody seems to think twice when they reach down to 'adjust' themselves or scratch their arse. Plus they don't have to shave their legs or their bikini line or even their pits. Boy do men have it good! But I'm glad to be a woman...it's nice to have boobs