i was in middle school and went to olive garden with my parents. the waiter had one of those voices that…you know, that men in the gay community normally have.
and so they had this soup on the menu i wanted called pasta fagioli that i wasn’t sure how to pronounce and also i had social anxiety
and it didn’t go well
I shit my pants in school at a similar age and left it in my pants the rest of the day. Good lord that was major cringe. Ruined my favorite pants too. I almost forgot about that until your comment.