Oh god yeh I totally related to that, made me happy in a weird way as it reminds you that even "normal" people have to suffer the humiliation every so often. I've been very fortunate my accidents rarely happen outside the house, bit of TMI but my worst one was in a que for a NIGHTCLUB! It was just before I started flaring last so had no idea I was sickening for something, combine that with a bit of alcohol and......yeh. I also happened to be wearing a mini-dress with totally unsuitable underwear meaning no protection so it was everywhere. I literally had to turn and run as fast as I could and dive in a cab and go home, I really spooked my friends I text them and told them I'd forgotten my ID so just ran home to get it, amazingly no-one noticed I had fears that I was going to become known as "the girl who ran down club street with poo down her legs"........needless to say since that I REALLY prepare for nights out!!