Everyone's had them. Moments where there was no place dark enough to save yourself from complete embarrassment. Today... was my day. I went into the bathroom and noticed the wallpaper seemed torn behind the toilet. I grumbled about stupid inconsiderate people and sat down. Suddenly I felt something on my hair. I turned and saw the 'tear' had disappeared. Then it hit me. Tear = bug. Flying bug. BIG flying bug. I quickly got up and turned just as the bug (it was a moth) started to crawl on my face. That's when I screamed, flailing my arms and tried to run... with my pants around my knees. I fell forward, hitting the door hard. Then the knocks came. Doctors banging on the door, asking if I was alright. One started to bust the door open as I yelled, "I'm OKAY!" I wanted to die. The stupid fucking moth flew up to the ceiling and I threw my shoe at it in anger. Right.Over.The.Toilet. I realized my stupidity as it bounced off the wall (completely missing the fucking thing, I might add) and was inches from the toilet when I dove for it. That's when I slipped on my nylons, crashing into the wall as my shoe clattered loudly across the floor and into the door. Again with the knocks and doctors yelling if I was okay. I said something along the lines of "Oh G-d. I want to die" and they thought I was suicidal. One yelled he was calling 911 as I scrambled to unlock the door. I was a complete mess. "NO NO! I'm fine! Just... really REALLY embarrassed." Right about then the moth flew out and a female resident yelled. I pointed at her and said, "See!?!?! She knows what I'm talking about!" as the five other male doctors stood there... smirking. Fucking bug.