A friend and I went out a few months ago. We had a great time! At the end of the evening, I stopped by the bathroom before we headed back to settle in for the night. There were three stalls in the bathroom, each filled with a woman gossiping with the other two women. There was a line for the bathroom. Hurry it up, ladies!
I was the first in line. I wasn’t seriously in need of the restroom, but I needed to go before I left. The lady behind me started listing everything she had to drink over the course of the evening. I’m guessing she was trying to convince me that all that liquid had traveled to her bladder. I let her go first. She seemed more desperate.