I was in the Shoppers on Drake or whatever downtown and was looking to buy lotion. When all of a sudden, I really had to go, but there weren't any washrooms around. So I stood there and tried to fight it back. I mean, really, just squeezing up tight. But I have had a lot of diarrhea lately and soon suspected that this wasn't going to be something I held the line on. Finally, it passed but I thought a little bit got through.
So I finished up, bought the lotion, some jellybeans and an orange crush and penguin-walked home.
When I got here, I confirmed my suspicions and had a 15-minute clean-up session.
My jeans are toast, destroying the evidence within the hour. (after I finish the jellybeans)