So! Yesterday I’m running sound at the German Consulate in the city. The Minister of Defense is speaking on the stage. Very high security situation. Armed guards at the doors, and I’m glued to the console. Suddenly feel something crawling in my pants near my junk. Literally can’t do anything but try to squish it through my pants, which obviously looked pretty…”odd.” There was a fucking tick in my shorts that somehow traveled with me all the way to NYC. My employer thought it was freakin hilarious.