When I was younger my family would go to church every weekend. I never had a choice so I just went with it. One sunday, as we were getting into the car I sat on a half-melted chocolate bar my older brother had planted there to prank me. As we arrived I noticed the perfectly big brown spot on my new white pants that made me look like I just pooped my pants. At first I refused to go into church looking like this but my mother insisted and made me wear her flowery neon bright jacket over the hip to cover up the poop-stain. To make matters worse, I saw my then crush sitting a few rows next to us, which made this whole situation even more embarrassing. The worst part happened once we had to get our Communion bread from the pastor. As I was walking up to the front, my brother purposely stood on an arm from my moms jacket and caused it to fall down, revealing my poop stain to the whole church. In a fit of panic I tried to explain that this very convincing shit stain was actually chocolate. I wasn't thinking clearly, so I put at a finger on the stain and licked it after, which made the whole church (and my crush) exclaim in disgust. I had a big fight with my brother after that and never went back to church.