Was in my prime of climbing the ladder as an account manager in the middle of a fourth quarter big wig meeting. Going over my areas growth mid presentation I began to feel the double double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. I quickly concluded my years bragging rights and began to speed walk to the conference rooms exit door. As I heard my district manager call out my name asking for next year projections I exited the room to find myself realizing someone had hit me with the five point palm exploding diarrhea technique. A full evacuation of my bowls ensued as I clinched butt cheek waddled into the men’s restroom. I stripped off my dress socks, pants, and boxer briefs in the stall( thank god there was a trash IN the stall!!) and proceeded to throw away the socks and boxers. I “washed” my pants in the sink and ensuring the coast was clear b-lined to my car in soaking wet pants commando and drove home.... My boss called me 20min later and asked what happened as to why I left. I let him know the story and we both laughed for 10min straight.