The urgency was growing and still, there was no relief in sight. How much longer could she hold out? The question swirled around in her mind like the toilet bowl water of a malfunctioning automatic flusher, on a forever loop. Surely a resolution would be met soon, any longer and rations would have to be sent in.
Another half hour ticks by, the situation has grown critical. A choice was going to have to be made, and soon. Facing her options with stoic impartiality, she considers both sides equally. Abandon all efforts and save herself- consequences be damned or grit her teeth and soldier on, risking certain bodily harm? She was no coward, no simmering maiden- she would maintain for as long as it was required.
A full hour now has passed- and still things were at an impasse. She was strongly reconsidering her previous decision- perhaps she had come to a hasty assessment? Doubt began to trickle into her consciousness, a most annoying sensation that made the physical pain all the more debilitating.
Finally, a break in action. Was this it? Was it finally over? She bit her lower lip and held her breath, hesitant to believe relief may be at hand.
“Ok people, I think that about covers it. Thanks for coming and uh, yeah, I guess meeting is adjourned,” the leader said while shuffling his notes into a stack, his tone markedly absent of the aplomb the occasion deserved.
“Oh thank God!” Sally all but shouted as she launched out of her seat and raced past her co-workers and sprinted to the ladies room.
The Not So Fantastic Reality:
The above story was inspired by the following tidbits I encountered today:
ONE: Ever get stuck in a meeting and about halfway through it hits you- uh oh, I have to pee. You try to ignore it at first, pretend like your body is somehow ‘overreacting’ and there is no urgency. As the meeting stretches on, ignoring the urge becomes impossible and you are forced into a decision- get up and interrupt everything so you can scamper off to the little girl’s room or tough it out like a hardass and ‘maintain’. Yeah, I chose the latter- mistake. Not only did the usual hour meeting transform into a two and a half hour ‘talk-a-thon’ but I also decided on a second cup of tea that morning. The agony. Well, I’m happy to report there were no ‘unfortunate incidents’ due to my poor planning, but it was cutting it pretty close. Thankfully, the meeting finally concluded and I moved as quickly as my full bladder would let me to the sweet sanctuary that is le toilet.
Love & Squirrels.