This one interview I had was with myself and a much older gentleman.
The interview was conducted in a tiny room... One table and two chairs.
And when I get nervous, I get 'stress gas', so while the older man was conducting the interview, I couldn't help myself, and I let rip a silent, but deadly, proper paint peeler! The putrid odour almost immediately started filling up the room. Even I started gagging. It didn't help that I had had a super spicy curry for lunch a couple of hours prior.
I could see the look of discomfort on the man's face, as he was trying to ask me interview questions. Eventually he gave up, stood up and hastily said: 'Thank you for coming in. We'll get back to you.' He then left the room, almost in a sprint. At that moment, I knew I wasn't getting the job.