Ahhh Amy you reminded me of one of mine. I have always hated pooping in public. But as a child I did it more than I do now.
1). When I was in 4th grade or so, I pooped in the school bathroom. A kid walked by that I still know (though of course, he's grown up since then), and smelled it from the hall and started yelling about how nasty the girl's bathroom smelled. I wanted to die.
2). I was pooping in the bathroom at a restaurant my family frequents when I was like... must've been about 12? Well two girls came in, so I stopped and sat there quietly. I knew it reeked, but I hate making poop noises when people can hear. So as I sat there, I hear them go "Oh my god, it smells like someone died in here... wtf?!" and they just went on and on about it. And I'm sitting there wanting to crawl into the toilet and flush myself away. Luckily they never noticed I was there. But my dad always told me I should've chosen that time (right when they started talking about how awful it was) to make a really big poopy fart sound. Hahahahaha.
Oh and!!
3). A couple of months into my and Mike's relationship, I went into the hospital. We started dating in August, and I went in near Christmas. I had been having diarrhea, so I went into my bathroom. I had the TV up loud in my room, and I ran the water in the bathroom, and when I came out... Mike sort of gave me a sheepish grin and he says "You feel okay?" Apparently he heard it all. I wanted to die. But he was very nice about it. Ahhahaahahahaa.