Wait outside

"I don't have to go that badly, I'll just wait until we get to your house," you tell him.

He shrugs, "Suit yourself."

You take a seat on the concrete curb surrounding the parking lot and let out a long sigh, pent up from the effort of having to hold so hard. You expected the concrete to be cold, but it actually feels quite warm. Looking down, you realize the curb where you sat is actually wet. Right where you sat down, a small stream of water is running over the curb and into the parking lot.

Quickly you stand up and look behind you, trying to figure out where the water is coming from. The pavement behind you is dry. As this realization sinks in, you feel liquid running down your legs. Suddenly, you understand.

You sit back down on the curb. Your bladder is completely numb. Beyond a faint tickle, you can barely feel yourself peeing, but a copious amount of liquid is running across the parking lot now. You try to stop the flow, but you're already holding as tightly as you can.

After about 15 seconds of intense effort you give up and accept that it's all coming out. You scoot over to a storm drain along the curb and sit directly above it, still peeing as you move. Gradually the feeling begins to return to your bladder, but there's no point in stopping now.

You're still peeing when you see Waylon walk out of the gas station and head across the parking lot towards you. You push harder, wanting to finish before he reaches you.

Waylon stops in front of you, but you're not quite finished yet. You look up and him, praying you'll finish peeing soon and that he won't notice what's happening.

"Uh, are you OK?" he asks.

"Oh yeah, I'm just resting," you reply quickly.

But you're still not finished yet, and don't want to get up and have pee run down your legs. You pray the seconds are passing substantially more quickly for Waylon than they are for you, because it feels like you've been sitting here trying to pee as fast as you can for an eternity.

"So... are you ready to go now?" he asks, looking at you with his head cocked to the side.

You finish peeing and stand up as quickly as you can. A few last drops still run down your legs, but the relief feels heavenly.