That moment when you go to drop a nice on-the-clock deuce and forget your phone, then remember you are missing a meeting, so you rush it, stand up too fast, and turn around and your favorite pen whips out of your pocket and dive-bombs straight into the log with a tiny pish, so you panic and think, "I can just flush the whole damn thing", only all it does it swirl around and dig the pen in deeper and cover it in brown muddy water, so you finally decide you have to bite the bullet and grab a wad of TP big enough to cover your head and grab that sucker and pull it out, flush with your foot, then open the stall door, right when a co-worker enters the bathroom and just stares at you, frozen there holding a ****-cicle on a pen with a stupid look on your face like you just got caught whacking it by your mother and your religious leader at the same time, until you finally shoulder past his stupid gaping face and try to shove the whole thing in the garbage and miss and leave a brown streak on the shiny metal can before grabbing a paper towel and high-tailing it out of there as if you can outrun the moment if you run into your office fast enough, then remembering that you had a meeting, and only realizing as you enter the meeting room late, with all eyes on you, that you never zipped up or did up your belt.
Good times.