This embarrassing story has haunted me for over 20 years. Right out of high school, I was a junior life insurance broker following a senior broker to a client's house for kitchen. Table presentation, I needed to get a hold of this senior broker but I did not have his phone number because I needed to go to the bathroom really bad. It was incredibly uncomfortable. So I had this bright idea. Why don't I relieve a little pressure and just pass some gas? Well, it wasn't just gas, it was full solid right into my suit and I did not know what to do. We arrive at the client's house. I asked to use the bathroom. I'm in that bathroom for about 30 minutes, trying to physically scrape out. Excrement from my underwear to no avail. Got as much as I could. We get to the kitchen table and I could smell it on myself, nobody said anything, but I'm sure they could smell it too. To say the least, we did not close the sale, and I'm pretty sure it's because of the dookie in my pants.