Has anyone ever expirenced this too?

I had this misfortune but it was manifold more since I was a grownup man not a child like the questioner.I was living in what is called a 'chawl'(one or two room tenements in a multistory building with common lavarories) There are long queues in the morning at the water taps and the lavatories.. It is not unsual some of them are constipated while others are just-go-in-and--come--outs.I was the former and it neessitated to be inside the lavatory pretty early. One day I was a little late to get in and on ac count of the long queue outside faced constant knocking . AS luck would hve it my bowels had almost stuck work that day and refused al formed of cajoling. AT last the pounding became unearable and I decided to come out unrelieved. I did and the man at the top of the queue started to get in and at that very moment my bowel decided to answer my prayers. It sta rted to come out with such a force that I just pushed the aspirant and went inside and relieved myself. soiling my 'dhottee'in the process. I had to beseech the outsuders to run to my room and ask my sone to get a spare underpant quckly and they obliged(Bombaites normally do).When I almost snatched the underpant through the half open door and then meekly came out the soiled pant bndled,h a sheepish face not daring to look at anybody and almost ran to me quarters I could hear the peels and peels of laughter behind me.I may forget the state honour I received in service but not this ignomijy.