Back in elementary school, I was required to check out a AR book to read and there was one specific section in the library for AR reading.
It just so happens that on that day, I had horrific gas. My plan was to get in and out before I had an involuntary flatulence evacuation.
I briefly looked around but I was quickly running out of time. I picked a random book but it was too late. Gas of the silent but deadly variety freed itself from my digestive tract.
Nobody was around me at that moment so I rush to the checkout before anybody walked into the crime scene. As I was checking out, two kids walked into the AR section. Busted.
I looked over just in time to see them turn around. They were looking at me; their faces displaying disgust and contempt. They knew. I'm sure that they never forgot about it and seek revenge to this day.