On an idyllic beach in Greece, my English friend and I were doing our best to impress two young German girls. Communication was stilted because they spoke very little English and we no German, however, we seemed to be doing well.
Having suffered the adverse effects from local water, I was experiencing stomach pains. To alleviate the problem, I took the chance and passed a little wind, with disastrous effects. Fortunately, the change rooms were in sight, I was rescued. After a swim, the problem pants were left behind in the change room.
We walked away, my dignity intact or so I thought. Alas, a large Greek female change room attendant came running down the beach after us, underpants held high, calling "Senor, Senor".