When I was in, oh, maybe 4th or 5th grade, I had this gigantic crush on Richard Fitzsimmons, who was in the year ahead of me. He was Jude Law, Paul Newman and Johnny Depp all rolled into one.
One day Richard came into my class! To talk to my teacher! And get something from her! I played it really cool by leaning back onto the 2 back legs of my chair, the way the teachers always told you not to. It was my opportunity to show him what a rebel I was. I remember clutching my butt cheeks because I really had to fart, but wasn't going to ask to be excused to go to the rest room at a time like this.
So of course I fall ass over teakettle when the 2 back legs slipped out from under me. As normal, and completely expected, the class laughed. It's what you did when you fell out of your chair. I got myself up and sat down, mortified I had done that in front of Richard Fitzsimmons! Then I got annoyed because the class just kept laughing. The teacher, Miss Patruka, had a time quieting them all down.
It wasn't for another minute that I realized I didn't have to fart anymore.
Richard Fitzsimmons, being a whole year older, didn't laugh quite as long.