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Picture this: I'm in a room with the executives of the casino I work for. The room is small and we've shut the door. I'm helping lead the accounting portion of this meeting, that is partially on Teams, as some executives live in other parts of the world.
The presenter before me had a lengthy presentation, and I was already nervous. Suddenly, bubble guts. Bad bubble guts. I wonder....is this the grocery store sushi I ate for lunch?
Their PowerPoint is almost over. Just need to wait a bit longer and a dash to the bathroom immediately.
It's taking too long.
I figure, perhaps, just a squeak. Silent if I slowly release.
It. Wasn't. Solid. I shat. I shat my dress in front of everyone. But quietly. I acted like my phone was ringing and I ran. I ran as I noticed people do the tell tale sniff in the air. I ran to the bathroom. It was too late. A grown woman. And I shat myself. I clean as much as possible, and run to the parking garage. I left my purse in my office. I texted my department head vague details and took off.
I don't want to go to work ever again.
TL;DR: In an extremely important meeting, I shat myself. Small room, lots of people. In a dress.
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