We (my band and I) played a show last Saturday night. It went extremely well, and the venue was spectacular.
Well…except one, teensy thing…
When I arrived, there was an hour before we took the stage. The crowd in the room was thick, and pushing my way through the steampunk-themed guests was a challenge. Approximately 10 minutes passed before I made my way from the front door to the coat rack and then to the back of the room, where the stage was set up. At that time, it occurred to me that Mother Nature was calling. I glanced around the area and could not find where the restrooms were located. I found someone who had been there since the event began and asked, discovering that they were near the entrance of the huge hall, from where I’d just fought through throngs of people to escape to the stage!
Well…it’s either fight my way back through the hoards or pee my panties…
So the challenge was on! I felt like a rogue, helplessly outnumbered, darting and squeezing through the crowd. Five minutes later, I was back to the front of the building, and soon, I knew, sweet release would come my way!
I ambled into the Women’s room, and immediately headed to the furthest stall. On my final approaching step, my foot slipped from under me! Stumbling slightly, I did not fall to the ground, but that is how I noticed there was a puddle there. I glanced at the water under my foot with momentary puzzlement, and then peered into the stall. The toilet bowl was filled to the brim with water! It had obviously overflowed at one point and the damage had not yet been contained.
FUCK!!! I’m standing in piss-water!!??? (At that moment, I had a flashback to the last time something like this happened to me: https://leahwould.com/2014/11/18/1321/ )
Nature was still calling at that moment, and I decided to put the fact out of my mind that someone else’s diluted urine was now on my shoe. I entered the second stall, and at a glance, re-exited a split second later.
This one, too???
A quick peek into the final open stall confirmed my fear—all three toilets were filled to the brim with light-yellow water and wads of toilet paper.
Oh Fucking Craptastic! I have THREE People’s diluted piss-water on my shoe!!!!!!!
I had to find a different bathroom, and fast, because if I didn’t, I’d be adding more UNDILUTED piss to my shoes…and the floor. I looked at the sink for a moment.
Hmm…that COULD be…NO! No effing way… I was NOT peeing in the sink at an upscale fucking venue!! Put the thought out of your mind, Leah! JEEZ!!!
I rushed out of the room and immediately reported the issue to the table of volunteers next to the front door. When I asked where a different bathroom was located, I received three bewildered stares. These girls had no idea where another one was. I’m willing to bet they were starting to panic, themselves, due to the fact that drinks were in abundance and they would likely need the facilities soon as well.
One of them pointed towards a man in a police uniform and told me that he might know where another bathroom could be found. I asked him, and his response was unexpected. I figured maybe there was a single stall upstairs…or somewhere in the back of the building.
He explained that the bathroom I could use would be found in a different building altogether! I had to walk outside in the freezing cold temperature, while wearing my short, sleeveless dress and heels, to the end of the block, and into that corner building! That is where I would find salvation.
OH! Is that all!!?
Not to mention I was still holding back Niagra Falls, because at this point, the entire can of Monster Energy Drink I’d slammed in under 10 minutes beforehand had decided to rear its ugly head in the form of “YOU GOTTA PEE NOW!!!!”
So I began the trek down the block. The temperature was bitter and the wind chill was even worse.
Well…at least if I piss myself, it’ll probably freeze instantly into a giant pee-cicle that I could merely chuck down that alleyway or something…
I arrived at the corner building, and walked into the front door. In the back of that room, I saw a group of ladies in a huddle, talking. I assumed they were there for the bathroom, too.
“Hi! Are you waiting for the bathroom??”
They all gave me a knowing smile and said that they were finished with that single-room restroom…. But there was criteria to using it…
Criteria???? What?? There are bathroom rules for using the BACKUP Bathroom??? What the fuck??
One woman continued, “The water pipes leak, so you have to turn the water off after using the bathroom. It’s turned off now, so just turn it Lefty Loosy (Yes, she felt the need to tell me which way to turn it, as if I was some sort of idiot.) to turn the water back on, and be careful, because it sprays out a bit when you do that, and then when done, turn it Righty tighty! Remember, Lefty loosy first, and then righty tighty when finished!” (I am quoting this person.)
I nodded, but pretty sure my mouth was agape at the fact that not only was this bathroom messed up, but the way this woman talked to me like a child was seriously disturbing.
I entered the bathroom as the gaggle of women exited the building. Sure enough, as I turned the water on, there was a bit of a spray-back, but I dodged it. I smiled, because FINALLY, I would have reprieve.
And I did….
As I finished, I heard another group of people walk into the next room. I made mental note to tell them about the water situation as I walked to the sink to wash my hands.
While distracted by my thoughts, I pumped the soap….IT SHOT STRAIGHT TOWARDS ME!! The soap’s aim was apparently NOT my hand that was poised underneath its spout, but instead, my dress and legs!!
I stood, frozen, for just a moment, with soap on the bottom of my dress and running down my leg!
Fuck!! I have to take the stage in thirty minutes, and now I look like I have a load of jizz all over me!! DAMN IT!!!!!!! And where are the paper towels!!???
Frantically, I look around the tiny room. After thirty seconds of sheer panic, I found refuge in a small cabinet. I wipe my legs and frantically scrubbed at the bottom of my black (with a now-whitish spot) dress. I can hear the people outside of the door becoming impatient.
I peered down at my dress, thankful that the lights onstage should hide the fact that there was now a guilty-looking spot in a not-very-inconspicuous place.
I made my exit.
I gave a quick warning about the broken water and the soap monster, all the while not making eye contact with the new victims of the bathroom. Hopefully their luck would be better than mine.
Soon after this debacle, I took the stage, and I held everything in my bladder for the rest of the night.
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