[Jeff Higgins]

Many years ago we had just concluded a customer meeting and had spilled out into the foyer that connected the cafeteria, a stairwell, this particular meeting room, and the restrooms. Well, these restrooms were "theater style", with no doors, just that cute little zig-zag pathway around two extended walls.

As we all know, much of what really gets accomplished in these meetings happens once they are adjourned, and everyone is milling around outside. So here we were, when Fat Bastard himself exploded on the commode, amplified and echoing like only a toilet bowl can accomplish.

So, yeah, lots of Asian dudes in three piece suits, and a bunch of us clowns looking embarrassed as hell. At least until one of the Asian customers said "food must be good here". My god, we couldn't stop laughing.