Last year at Young Women's Camp, one instance was really awkward. We were camping out in the woods this year, and a bathroom was close by. Well, another group was camping nearby, and one guy would come riding up on his quad for the bathroom. Because he was seen wearing a leather jacket, we called him "Jacket Man".
Now, we use the boy's restroom (they had one toilet in each room) because the girl's stunk really bad. It was bishop's night, and us Young Camp Leaders (meaning we entertain the younger girls and help in activities and all that) were keeping the others occupied with our camp songs. I had to go to the bathroom, so I went to the boy's restroom. Shortly afterwards, the door opened, and I gave a really loud scream (short-lived, and I don't think I screamed that loud, the room echoes), and the door slammed shut. I thought it was one of the girls (the toilet is up against the far wall near a corner), so imagine my surprise when just about all of them came up to see if I was all right (they heard me scream clearly).
It turns out the Jacket Man had been coming up to go as well just as I walked up to the restrooms, but he didn't see me. According to the bishop, he and the Jacket Man had a brief conversation about the ordeal, and he left on his quad (probably embarrassed, I didn't see him). We never saw him again the rest of camp.
I wasn't the only one. One of the other girls was going to the bathroom and opened the door to see a jacket fall to the ground, wondering what it was (and the man answered "It's... my jacket", thus the name). He apparently didn't think about again until he almost walked in on me.
Needless to say, I felt bad for him.