To tell or not to tell?

A couple of weeks ago I was with my mom and Sam driving to Sam's soccer practice.  We got to the field kind of early so we were the only ones there other than the coach who was driving around the field.  This field is in a really weird area surrounded by a ton of weeds and random ravines.  My sister saw that her coach was driving around the field and told me to follow him.  I didn't really think anything about it because I just assumed he was picking a good place to park.  Well it wasn't until he parked in an area with a good "peeing hiding place" that I realized what he was doing.  As we stopped behind his car he walked up to my window with this really awkward look on his face and told us that he would meet us on the other side of the field and to go ahead and go over there now.  By this time I am laughing because I know exactly what is going on.  So of course when we drive away I just have to inform everyone in the car what his intentions were.  My mom is dying of embarrassment and little Sam and her friend are beyond mortified.

Of course the coach couldn't just let our imaginations run wild and allow to think what we will, he decides that it is important that we know what was going on in the ravine.  I honestly believe that if my mom hadn't been there he wouldn't have said anything, but for whatever reason he tells her everything.  So after finishing his business he comes up to my car and proceeds to tell us how he did in fact need to pee and he was freaking out that we were following him and what not.  I have never felt more awkward in my life then I did sitting there having a grown 45 year old man tell me that he peed on a bush.