It was one of those frantic moments. I was racing to find the men’s room. My bladder was struggling to maintain its composure. I find the bathroom and race in. I find a urinal and try to do my business. All of a sudden I can’t go. I’m struggling but then I notice two ladies having a conversation by the sink. They are applying makeup and casually conversing. I do a double take to make sure that I am at a urinal. So I really am in the men’s room. I can’t go and that sudden shyness of fluidity continues even after they leave the room.
Sudden urge to pee
minimized by intruders
unknown spectators