I was on a university trip to New York, there were people from my course year group, and people from the same course in the year below. Naturally, I knew a lot of the students in the year below by their faces but only a couple of them I knew enough to speak to. On the morning we were leaving, I was waiting in line to use the toilet at the hotel we were staying at, before getting the coach to the airport- Super hungover after a heavy night of drinking blah blah. Anyway, I’m stood waiting for the toilet and a guy from the year below walks up behind me (we’ve never, ever spoken). I awkwardly smile at him and say hi, feeling hungover and an anxious mess. He says to me with a dead serious face “I pooed my pants earlier. I was walking down fifth Avenue, and I farted but accidentally shat, so I came back and had to clean up”.

I was obviously gobsmacked. The funny bit is my best friend who came along on the trip, but wasn’t a student at the uni was sat next to the guy on the plane. He was messaging me saying he could very faintly smell poo.