Monday I had an all day meeting with my boss's boss and others in the organization. We get together every quarter to discuss objectives, planning, and/or projects. I'm somewhat intimidated with the group as I'm clearly the lowest in the totem pole present, but I enjoy being there as I learn a lot about businesses that I don't normally have exposure to.
My boss was there and was tasked with coming up with an ice breaker. Usually they consist of 'where was your last vacation' kind of questions, but my manager decided to take a different approach. He decided that everyone would tell their most embarrassing incident that of course could be told in polite society. Afterwards we were to write on a post-it which one we liked best and turn our ballots in to determine a winner.
Him, a colleague, and his boss tell their tales of blush. It was now my turn to broadcast my most embarrassing incident. I couldn't tell them the horn night for obvious reasons, but that's more funny than anything. The night where my friend and I decided to be rock stars or the more recent Rockband playing might suffice, but it's not enough. The middle school play could've worked and although I was there it didn't happen to me and it's pushing the limits of good taste. Of course my bouts with vomiting in public are good, but I don't need to add to the reputation that I drink too much.
The middle school fart story. Oh my. Yes that was the one I chose to tell. It has everything. Young crushes, cute girls, white trash, and farts.
Today I'm talking with my roommate/coworker and I start to tell him about the ice breaker at the meeting the other day. He cut me off.
"The fart story," he said? "That's everywhere now."
Great. Just great.
"I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anyone tell you different." - Kurt Vonnegut