E.A.E.
When your butt is about to explode and you have to run like a scared squirrel to find the nearest bathroom before you leak your guts everywhere.
I had to sprint through the mall like a lunatic because my pants were about to become a canvas for my digestive disaster.
At the airport, I had to hide behind a column because my E. A. E. was so loud it could wake up the dead.
My E. A. E. happened during a Zoom call, and my boss thought I was having a seizure.