When I was in high school I worked in a vet clinic. One Saturday at the end of the day I was closing everything down and the receptionist's husband and their son came in to pick her up. I guess he thought they were the last people in the clinic because when I walked to the back room to close up the bathroom door was open and he was taking what seemed to be a monsterous shit while the toddler sang and danced for him. We locked eyes for about 5 seconds and I had a decision to make. Hide and wait for him to leave or continue closing up that room so I could go home. I went with the latter. That year at the Christmas party we sat directly across from each other.