One of my favorite stories I’ve written. (from creative writing class junior year). I’m surprised this hasn’t actually happened yet.
Bebe Nodjomi looks around horridly as she closes the door to the unsanitary bathroom and has to make way before she begins to leaked urine into her pants. She runs over to one stall, turns around and almost gags. The toilet was overflowing with a distinct color of brown and red gush all over the seat and floor. “Nope. Not that one.” She muttered to herself as she made her way over to the next stall.
The middle stall was almost as worse. There was no toilet. With her hand over her nose and mouth she said out loud, “Alright then, forget about that one.”
There was only one more chance for her to let go all abdominal pain that she’s had for the last two and a half hours of “holding-it-in”. “Oh, will you look at that, once again, no toilet!” She screamed in frustration and ran to the door. It was best that she just took her piss outside behind a bush. She went to reach for the door knob but folded her sweater over hand before touching it. She began to turn the knob when suddenly a clicking noise echoed throughout the empty filthy stained bathroom. She turned and turned and turned the knob five times and then began shaking the knob.
“Oh…my… fucking…god. Are you kidding me?” She began banging on the door. “HEY! Hey! Get me out of here! Someone come open the damn door!” She began to look around the stench smelled lavatory and her eyes quickly fell upon the barred window.
“Oh come on! Who the hell would bar a window in this kind of a bathroom?” She began to jump to see if she could reach the miniscule window located in the top right corner of the brown stained walls. She then got an instant pang in her abdominals and squatted onto the ground. Letting out a wail of pain, she reminded herself that her main objective to coming into this place was ‘going to the bathroom’.
Placing her hand over her nose and mouth again, she closed her eyes and made her way towards the first stall. She stood in its doorway, reluctant to continue any further into the crap filled area. She ran out quickly and stood facing the mirror outside the stall. It was broken in several places but she could see her distressed reflection enough to know that only she would get into situations such as these. She reached in her coat pocket for her cell phone and turned it on. Only problem was… the screen flashed a “recharge battery” sign and quickly shut off. “Ah, fuck.” Her mother always did tell her to charge her cell phone. Did she ever listen? No.
Her car was parked outside the barren city that she was passing through to get to a distant relative in Connecticut. “I have such a great life.” She said to herself sarcastically looking around the bathroom.
After twenty minutes of squatting, yelling for help, and ‘holding-in’ her pee. She gave up. The best choice was to take her pants off and just pee in the middle of the bathroom right there. If she didn’t let it out’, she’d probably wilt over and die any moment. She rolled the bottom of her pants up to make sure it wouldn’t hit the ground and pulled the rest of it to the bottom. The pee was tinkling down gracefully just as the door the flew open and handsome young man stood facing the distraught twenty-year old squatting, taking a piss in the middle of the bathroom floor, eyes popping out of her sockets.
“Oh, uhm sorry…” The deep brown eyed man fumbled with his words as he closed the door.
After a couple seconds the tinkling continued and Bebe looked down at the floor. “Shit.”