Wow ... stuff I haven't thought about in years ...
OK. count me as another member of the poorly timed teenage woodie squad. There was an attractive young sister who always sat across the aisle from us on Sundays. I spent a lot of meetings staring at those long legs. I worried that I'd do some sort of David Banner/Incredible Hulk routine & rip through my pants.
Most embarrassing? Had to be the Sunday when I was recovering from the flu. I felt like I was gonna hurl, so I went to the men's room instead of puking on the the head of the woman sitting in front of me. You know how it feels like every muscle in your body tightens when you barf? Yeah, well ... that also means that while stuff is getting forced out of one bodily opening, it can also get forced out of another. I can't believe I shit my pants while throwing up in the KH bathroom. I wound up tossing my underwear in the garbage (wrapped in paper towels, of course) and asked my dad to drive me home. I was very happy that he didn't make me sit thru the rest of the meeting.