One time, I returned home from university and mother provided me with supplies to take back with me.
Upon my return I unpackaged the Mackerel Pate, garlic-stuffed olives and finest Sirloin Steak.
But then, to my HORROR, I noticed that the smoked salmon I had been given was NOT the premium...
I broke the zip on my trousers ahead of a meeting so had to spend the whole day tactically placing folders in front of my crotch or always being turned slightly away or sitting down behind a desk at every opportunity.
Never known fear like it.