Wait.

As you wait, two young cinema employees, on man and one woman, come in and start cleaning. You get more nervous as they work through the rows, getting closer to you.

"Sir." the woman says. "The movie has finished. Could you please..." She notices your accident. "Have you pissed yourself?"

"What?" The man comes over. "He's peed on the seat."

"I..." you try to defend yourself but don't know what to say.

"It's okay." An older woman follows Sarah over where you're sitting. "His girlfriend has explained everything. He's wearing and adult diaper but it leaked."

"He can't control his bladder but I'm the one who can't get a girlfriend?" The young man says in disbelief.

"Idiot." The young woman elbows him. "Come on. Let's give them some privacy."

"Are you okay." The older woman crouches to speak to you. Her nametag says "Susan" and identifies her as a manager.

"I'm sorry about the seat." You say.

"It's okay. These things happen." Susan says. "I'm afraid I don't have any pants to give you but hopefully this will get you home." She hands you a plastic bag with a towel in it. "I'll give you some privacy to get sorted out.

"Thankyou." Sarah says. As soon as Susan is gone, Sarah unties your shoes and removes them. She helps you up and then undoes your belt and pulls your pants down.

She examines your diaper. "You did a terrible job of putting this on." She pulls the tapes open and adjusts the diaper before refastening them. "That's why you leaked." She sticks a finger in the leg hole and adjusts the leak guard.

"Hold on." You say. "That's wet."

"It's okay. It's only pee." She says, repeating the process on the other side. "I don't want you to leak again."

You want to insist that you're never going to wet a diaper again but your bladder is full. You hadn't fully released earlier, stopping the moment you realise you were leaking.