Other needs take precendence

Sitting there, you begin to squirm as your bladder begins to make demands of you. You look around and spot a door that says restrooms with an arrow pointing to a hallway. Standing, you grab your purse and head towards the restrooms. As you walk, you notice the subtle smell of something familiar coming from every single occupied booth and seat in the place. You can't quite place the smell, but it does tickle at your brain for a few moments until you put it out of your mind. Entering the short hallway, you notice a large sign on the restroom doors. The restrooms are closed it seems. Suddenly, you realize what the smell is that's coming from the dining area. Every diner has pissed themselves. You reluctantly return to your seat as you wait for your food. You fail to notice that both "restroom" and your bladder control have seemingly evaporated from your mind.

Your number is soon called and you retrieve your order from the counter. Looking into the back of the kitchen, you notice that every employee is peeing themselves. Strangely, the floor seems to have been redesigned recently to channel liquids into a drain in the middle. Shaking your head at the strangeness of the day, you return to your seat and eat your food. The entire meal, your urine flows down your leg, along the floor, and into the drain set in the middle. Finally finished eating, you look at the people around you. While few in number, there were some prospects. You suddenly realized what you were thinking as the thoughts flitted through your head. Shuddering slightly, you count two adults, three teens, a few elderly, and about half a dozen kids.

Obviously the kids are out and the teens could be underage. The old people do not interest you in the slightest. That leaves just the two adults who just so happen to be roughly the same age as you. You contemplate how to approach them. Standing, you walk over to them. Catching a glimpse of the time, you realize you are running late. You decide you will have to get your "jollies" at some other time. You head out the door and get in your car. Sitting there a moment, you think about where you were headed as you continue to piss on the leather of the driver's seat.