Lack of control with myself and the others. Embarrassment for not being empathic. Horror for knowing my family might leave the thing there for weeks, months or even years... like my dog's still in that corner of the car.

I remember that meme... "where will you be when d* strikes". Pretty much I know what I'll be doing when that happens... and I'd hate that happening in public. Talk about lack of control, top and bottom.