LOL. One of my most mortifying moments was when I was a teen and this "brother" I had the hots for asked me to dance, slow dance. I was totally jelly, here is the kicker. I realized shortly into the dance, nervous as I was, I had to fart, badly, so I was dancing sort of funny, doing my best to squeeze my bum cheeks closed forever, terrified the worst would happen, and much to my horror it did. A silent but deadly evaded the fortress gates and I was red with embaressment. I tried to act like it wasn't me but he so knew it was! Needless to say, he never asked me to dance again. Now I think back and laugh about it, wasn't funny then.