In Melbourne, Fl. one of the radio stations paid money ($100-$500) for people
to tell their most embarrassing stories.  This one netted the winner $300:

I was due later that week for an appointment with the gynecologist when early
one morning I received a call from his office; I had been rescheduled for early
that morning at 9:30am.  I had just packed everyone off to work and school and
it was around 8:45 already.

The trip to his office usually took about 35 minutes so I didn't have any time
to spare.  As most women do, I'm sure, I like to take a little extra effort
over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able
to make the full effort.  So I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet
the washcloth and gave myself a wash in *that area* in front of the sink,
taking extra care to make sure that I was presentable.  I threw the washcloth
in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my
appointment.

I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when he called me in.  Knowing the
procedure, as I am sure you all do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at
the other side of the room and pretended I was in Hawaii or some other place a
million miles away from here.  I was a little surprised when he said, "My, we
have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven't we?" but I didn't
respond.  The appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.  The
rest of the day went normal, some shopping, cleaning and the evening meal, etc.

At 8:30 that evening, my 14-year-old daughter was fixing to go to a school
dance when she called down from the bathroom, "Mom, where's my washcloth?"

I called back for her to get another from the cabinet.  She called back, "No, I
need the one that was here by the sink.  It had all my glitter and sparkles in
it."