Be a little more late. It's worth it.

So... earlier this week, while attending a conference for work, I had a HORRIFYING thing happen to me.  It was something that happens to teenagers, maybe irresponsible college students, but... and old cat lady like me?  Well, apparently, yes.

I was running a few miuntes late for the first presentation and so I rushed in and found one of the only open seats, which was of course in the front row.  A while into the presentation I started feeling like I should find a ladies room, but since I had already caused one interuption, I really did not want to cause another.  So, I figured waiting until lunch wouldn't be a big deal. 
W.R.O.N.G.
I bled through my khakis.  All over my pants.  And onto the chair. Oh my god, it was EVERYWHERE.  After a brief panic, I ran to the bathroom and basically bathed myself, wrapped my sweater around my waist, rolled up one pant leg (I'm serious, it was everywhere), borrowed a friend's car, drove to the closest store that would have everything I needed and where I wouldn't be judged too harshly: Wal-mart. I figured that someone in Walmart had to be having a worse day than I was, right? I needed to buy new pants, new HUGE pads, and HUGE granny panties to fit my new HUGE pads.  So, I tried on the pants and wore them out of the dressing room and the woman wanted someone to escort me to the register to ensure that I didn't steal the pants. Having never stolen anything in my life, I kind of froze and I finally broke down crying and said, "I had an accident (weep weep) and I still have more shopping to do...."  She was like "Ooooooh, okay dear, just do what you need to do."  It was one of the more embarrassing moments of my life.  As I got to the register I remembered that both of my checking accounts were overdrawn and I was going to have to write a bad check.  Uh oh! What if they have a new way of scanning checks to be able to tell if they are bad??? Oh god.  So, I decided to try it and if all else failed, I would leave the store wearing the black stolen pants.  Desperate times called for desperate measures.  Luckily, the bad check went through and I was able to buy all the supplies I needed to comfortably return to my bloody chair at the conference. 

My advice to you is: even if you hate to be late more than anything in the world, be a little more late for that last minute trip to the bathroom.  It's worth it.  Trust me.