It was 5:45 am at FLL, we had just arrived from LAS after flying Spirit on a red-eye. The dawn was slowly turning the sky from dark to light. There we were, sitting about 200 yards from the gate, like we had been for the last 45 minutes. The pressure had been building, but I found it off. "Stop," I told myself, "You can't let yourself have these feelings." Yet there that feeling was, rising, trying to break free. I could tell others around me were feeling the same. One man, several rows ahead, clearly was feeling the same sensation as I was. He rose, trying to make it to where he could freely "express" himself. "Stop!" came the voice "We are on an active taxiway. You will sit down. FAA regulation prohibits any movement while the seatbelt sign is illuminated." I knew I couldn't keep my feelings hidden any longer, so I faced a dilemma. Do I express myself in a way that everyone can see, or a way only I can feel, but everyone can smell. Finally, the time of decision came. I grabbed an empty water bottle from my backpack, thanked my lucky stars that I had been smart enough to book an entire row for my wife and I, and while my wife held up a jacket to keep any glances away, I let it go, along with any dignity I had left after deciding to fly Spirit. Not one of my proudest moments in my life...