I'm spending the week working at my Company's Corporate Headquarters in Mission Viejo. This morning I go in, use the restroom and go wash up. As I turn to dry my hands, I realize that, to my horror, I had leaned against the apparently VERY wet sink counter , and there is now an immense wet spot right in the Crotch of my light gray dress pants, perfectly situated to make it look like I had wet myself.

My choices - go hide in a bathroom stall until my pants dry, or make a daring journey down an approximately 40-yard hallway with no cover to get back to my office.

I almost made it completely unscathed. Right before I got to the end of the hall, a lady from Accounts Payable emerged from the stairwell. I caught just a glimmer of recognition crossing her face as her eyes flickered down to massive obvious wet spot, then back up to my face. She stammered out something close to "uhheyhowsitgoen", then quickly shuffled down the hall.

"GOOD" I shouted after her. "Going great!".

I'm not Ethan Hunt.