Go to the bathroom.

Cyndi contemplated her options as she sat in the car. As she continued to sit, she realized that the **** she had consumed had worked its way into her bladder. She had to go really badly. She scoured the area to find out where the restrooms were located. She saw a sign that pointed down a darkened path, leading to two small buildings nestled among some trees and shrubs.

Cyndi gathered up her purse, locked her car and scurried down the path, following the direction of the sign. She passed several men; they looked like truck drivers, as she scampered down the path. It felt as if she were undressed and fucked her by their stares as she passed the group of four men. They whispered something amongst themselves as she continued on, uninterested in what they had to say, and her urgency rising.

She rounded the bend next to the first building and was about to enter when she saw the sign. It was the men’s room. She half-heartedly laughed at her near misfortune and headed to the building next door. She checked the sign, ensuring it was the ladies room, which it was. However, upon pulling on the handle, Cyndi realized it was locked. She wasn’t sure why, but the door wouldn’t budge.

Cyndi looked around. It didn’t seem as if anybody else was around. The group of truck drivers had probably just been in the men’s room. Cyndi listened intently for any sounds coming from either building. She spotted some nearby trees and considered hiding behind them for relief. There were also some bushes off to the side.

Cyndi had to go. She was about to explode. Should she go behind the trees; in the bushes; in the men’s room; or break the door down to the ladies room?