The World isn’t your Bathroom

Stacy Chavez stood outside the ladies room in a panic. She needed to go. She thought she’d been saved as she jogged to the small building that was the park bathrooms.

“Oh no no no no!” She cried as she pulled on the locked door. A hastily scrawled note was taped to the door. Closed for emergency maintenance.

“Fuck fuck fuck…” she panicked as she ran around to the other side. She’d simply have to use the men’s room… till she discovered the same sign and locked door on that side as well.

Quickly she tried to run through the city geography in her mind. The park she was at only had the one bathroom. The next nearest public restroom was 10 blocks away. She’d never make it. “Oh god!” She said aloud. She wasn’t going to be able to make it anywhere else. Her options were either piss her pants or…

She scanned the park. There were definitely people around, but none in the immediate vicinity. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and her thong and quickly pushed them down to her knees as she squatted right there in the open.

She breathed a huge sigh of relief as the sound of water hitting pavement met her ears. She glanced around again at the park. A few people were on a path barely in sight. The jogger that was nearest to her was running away from her. She should be ok as long as no one approached from around the back of the building she was currently squatting next too.

“Umm excuse me Ma’am but what do you think you’re doing?” Stacy’s heart dropped as she turned her head at the voice she just heard. Not 10’ from her, seemingly having materialized from thin air, was a cop. And he didn’t look like he was amused by what he was seeing.

“Oh god oh god oh god.” Stacy said aloud as she hid her face. The sound of her own pee still splashing against the ground.