Soo
I once had chipotle for lunch and dinner 3 nights in a row, and on that third day my stomach was a mess. Anyways I go to the bathroom and walk by my boss, his boss, and coworkers having a conversation (for some reason this is the only place scientist converse
) and go into a stall. I'm typically a very quiet pooper...but at that time it literally exploded out of me, and it was soo loud. They all literally just stopped talking
The worst part was it kept going on and off for almost a minute. I stayed in the stall for like an hour because I was so embarrassed
he was like if you don't move I'll fight you because I was in his territory 
I was like I'm not moving 
so he pushed me and then I pushed him back and then he was like hell no and then he pushed me a bit harder and I slammed on the counter and dropped back with my legs in the air and my wig literally somehow FLEW to the other side of the store. Like an idiot, some customer was like, 'damn' REALLY loudly so everyone looked (my manager, some guy who likes me, all my colleagues etc looked) and I was clutching my head which looked snatched and really bad and I ran to the back, crying. I felt horrible. 
he awkwardly complied and when I handed his receipt, my hand ended up lingering on his and he just pulled back and left 
