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A few years ago I was walking through a major train station late one night when I noticed a woman standing by the bathrooms with her legs crossed tightly. I had walked by these bathrooms many times, always glancing over, sometimes seeing a short line or brief desperation, but in general it was not a good place to any sort of sightings.
The best had been a young girl who approached, desperate, after closing time, and wound up on my train. I had wondered if she would squat somewhere in the mostly deserted station, but she did not and I decided against staying on the train passed my stop because it was late and she and her friends were not speaking English. She was quite desperate though.
This time, I was just about to let the situation pass by when I stopped myself and decided to be proactive. After all there was a desperate woman waiting for a bathroom and better than that there was no male companion. So I went over and asked if she was waiting on line.
"Yeah, but there attendant is not here," she said. (these are not self serve bathrooms, but ones that an attendant opens).
"It looks like you really have to go," I said.
"I do," she answered, looking around for the attendant but never for a second even hinting about uncrossing her legs.
I tried without success to convince her to go to a nearby corner to pee, and while she was not receptive to that she did not seem to mind me talking to her. All the while we both looked around hoping to find the attendant. (okay maybe only one of us was hoping.) Another worker walked by, but he neither had the key or cared much to help.
After a little small talk I asked, "Are you going to be okay?"
"I'm already peeing on myself," she said. "But I would like to make it home with some dignity."
She went on to mention something about being a few months pregnant, but at that point my heart was racing and a pulse of adrenaline was shaking through my body. She was wearing dark tights, and easy on/off black shoes with no socks. There was no sign of her having peed already. She had not made a move to uncross her legs.
A moment later I glanced down and saw a drop of something on the bare part of her foot. Looking up towards her crotch it seemed--though I cannot be sure--like it was filling up with moisture.
I was about to speak again when she screamed out, took off her white coat, and tied it around her wasted as she walked off. I followed but her train was pulling in right as she went to her platform. She went to what looked like as discreet a place as possible and sat with her coat still around her waist.
I went to my train and finished the long journey home.
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A few years ago I was walking through a major train station late one night when I noticed a woman standing by the bathrooms with her legs crossed tightly. I had walked by these bathrooms many times, always glancing over, sometimes seeing a short line or brief desperation, but in general it was not a good place to any sort of sightings.
The best had been a young girl who approached, desperate, after closing time, and wound up on my train. I had wondered if she would squat somewhere in the mostly deserted station, but she did not and I decided against staying on the train passed my stop because it was late and she and her friends were not speaking English. She was quite desperate though.
This time, I was just about to let the situation pass by when I stopped myself and decided to be proactive. After all there was a desperate woman waiting for a bathroom and better than that there was no male companion. So I went over and asked if she was waiting on line.
"Yeah, but there attendant is not here," she said. (these are not self serve bathrooms, but ones that an attendant opens).
"It looks like you really have to go," I said.
"I do," she answered, looking around for the attendant but never for a second even hinting about uncrossing her legs.
I tried without success to convince her to go to a nearby corner to pee, and while she was not receptive to that she did not seem to mind me talking to her. All the while we both looked around hoping to find the attendant. (okay maybe only one of us was hoping.) Another worker walked by, but he neither had the key or cared much to help.
After a little small talk I asked, "Are you going to be okay?"
"I'm already peeing on myself," she said. "But I would like to make it home with some dignity."
She went on to mention something about being a few months pregnant, but at that point my heart was racing and a pulse of adrenaline was shaking through my body. She was wearing dark tights, and easy on/off black shoes with no socks. There was no sign of her having peed already. She had not made a move to uncross her legs.
A moment later I glanced down and saw a drop of something on the bare part of her foot. Looking up towards her crotch it seemed--though I cannot be sure--like it was filling up with moisture.
I was about to speak again when she screamed out, took off her white coat, and tied it around her wasted as she walked off. I followed but her train was pulling in right as she went to her platform. She went to what looked like as discreet a place as possible and sat with her coat still around her waist.
I went to my train and finished the long journey home.
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