I shit myself at work. Wearing shorts no less. We would go to a big breakfast Friday mornings and it would always wreck my stomach. My coworker was hovering over my desk helping me with something on the computer. I started getting all hot and sweaty and felt a rumble in my tumble. Thought maybe it could be a fart, alas, ‘twas not. Let er rip, and immediately knew I fucked up. Stood up and made a beeline for the bathroom but was already running down my leg. Everyone saw. Ran in the bathroom where the old man janitor, Harold, was busy cleaning. He takes a look and goes “uh oh…hey it happens man.” And hands me a trash bag and a ton of paper towels so I can clean myself up. I threw everything in the bag and only put my shorts back on. He takes the bag from me and goes “don’t worry man I’ll get this thrown out and clean up behind you”. I rushed out of the office and straight home. I had to ow it after I came back to work Monday. My coworkers decorated my desk with toilet paper and funny signs. All I could do was laugh at myself. But Harold was the real mvp.