My first grade teacher devised an elaborate system for going to the bathroom. Raise 1 finger if you need to "go number 1" and raise 2 fingers if you need to "go number 2." I was shy and didn't want to participate in the bathroom play calling system opting to go in between classes instead.
I was sitting in class on an April afternoon and realized that I needed to go to the bathroom. I had two options - use the play calling system or wait until after class. I, of course, decided to go after class. 30 minutes to go. I can do this. 25 minutes to go. Ok, it hurts a little, but stay strong. 20 minutes. Ok, I give up. I'm going to use the play calling system. Shit, I've forgotten the play calling system. Shit, do I stick up 1 finger or 2 fingers? I'm going to get in trouble if I put up the wrong number of fingers. What do I do? I chose to stick up my hand and alternate between 1 and 2 fingers. The teacher informed me that I should wait 5 minutes and then I could go. I knew I wasn't going to make it.
The next thing I knew I was pissing my pants. Every time the urine started to fill up in my chair I pinched the stream off until the overflowing piss soaked into my pants. Then I went again. I went until my bladder was empty. Every last drop of piss.
One of my classmates looked at my pants realizing they were wet. He started touching them. I don't mean a brief touch - he was literally rubbing his hands all over my urine soaked pants to the point that his hands started to get a little wet. I told him I went down the slide at recess (it was raining that day) and he believed me. I'll always remember him as the guy who rubbed his hands all over my pissed pants because I forgot the bathroom play calling system. That guy is a lawyer now.
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