Went to see a musical recently, and I spent nearly all of the intermission trying to force my bladder to get a move on, because the dividers were so damn small and scores of men lined my peripheral vision. If I walked into this bathroom, I’d leave and hold it.
Went to see a musical recently, and I spent nearly all of the intermission trying to force my bladder to get a move on, because the dividers were so damn small and scores of men lined my peripheral vision. If I walked into this bathroom, I’d leave and hold it.
Life’s too short to suffer a full bladder.
Sometimes our brains don’t cooperate. Especially if we’ve already been holding it for a long time (at least in my experience)
Let them see it. Hell, let them hold it. I don’t care anymore. I’m not keeping a full bladder.
And aim for the deepest water, too. Let them hear it.