My spousal unit reminded me of this one, since she has a tendency to never forget embarrasing things.... after chuckling at my expense, perhaps you could share a similar story, one where you could have been embarrassed badly (and maybe were), but most likely instead one where you somehow were able to avoid taking the blame....
Some years back I went out for lunch and/or some lunch time shopping at a location that is accessible to mass transit.
While out shopping/lunching, I must have eaten some fries and/or consumed some dairy product, neither of which are that agreeable to my digestive system. Though I love both, they tend to have "after effects" which would cause most reasonable people (i.e., those that can actually use their orfactory senses) to want to stay as far away from me as possible.
Well, unfortunately for a few people packed on the crowded mass transit system in the middle of a relatively hot and busy time of the year, I had to get my self back home or back to work (can't really recall which it was), and my stomach was rumbling (not audibly detectable, but definitely causing the feeling that the air could get rare at any time). I did my best to hold back the effects, but it just wasn't possible, so instead I tried to just remain as inconspicuous as possible.
I was stuck standing in the train, with a family of tourists in the area around me. The family included momma, dada, toddler and infant.
Sadly for the poor family, and for me, the rumbling just seemed to get worse as the train chugged along on it's rails. One "slip", and I was left hoping that no one could 'smelt it'... Another 'slip' and I was pretty sure that someone could and would...
About that time, dada tourist curled up his nose and inquired of the momma tourist when the diapers/pull-ups on the toddler had last been addressed. Momma tourist answered that they had just changed them....
Dada then picks up the toddler just in time to start thoroughly sniffing the 'back blast' area inspecting for the source of the odor.
Thankfully for me, just as the family started sniffing out the source of the offensive smell, the train started pulling into my stop, and I was able to slink away, somewhat silent but deadly.
Though I felt terrible for the family, it remains one of the funniest things ever... It was soon after that potential embarrassing moment I determined it was time to start using lactaid. Thankfully that stuff helps quite a bit, though I still snicker when one of my former team leaders at work talks of loving some types of food, but hating the after effects. I'm fairly certain he can't quite compare for potential embarrasment, but then again, he has to attend far more meetings than I do, and it's possible he could embarrass himself with VIPs and other co-workers, rather than just leaving behind a nasty odor on a train with a few tourists one has never seen before and probably will never see again.
