From Paul Tester, author of “The All Day Girls“. Another in a series featuring women who get desperate and wet at train stations.
A smartly dressed young lady, perhaps about 20, wearing a knee length skirt and matching jacket. She was with a man who looked to be older than her, but presumably was her boyfriend. Like so many ladies at that time of night (after the pubs had closed), she tried to get in the Ladies toilet while her companion went in the Gents.
When he came out, she asked him something, looking embarrassed when she did. It seems she was telling him that the Ladies was shut and asked him if there was anywhere in the Gents she could pee. Whatever his answer was, she clearly did not believe him, but pulling away from him, she insisted on going into the Gents herself, obviously looking for somewhere she could pee. He followed her in and was soon dragging her out onto the station. I heard him tell her, “I told you it was all closed, and nowhere I could go. Now will you believe me?”
She was clearly upset at not being able to pee, which from the way she kept crossing her legs, it was quite a desperate need.
Looking at the departure board, the boyfriend then tried to lead her onto a waiting train. This train, like most on that line, was the modern, sliding door type, with open seating and no passenger toilets. She obviously knew this, and was protesting to him, “I want to go to the loo.”
He was far more concerned with getting his train, probably the last that night, and pulling her towards the train said confidently, “You’ll be all right, come on.”
Pulling back, she continued to argue, “I’m not all right, I want to go to the loo.”
They continued to argue like this, him telling her ‘She would be all right,’ and she disagreeing, saying she wanted to go to the loo, but not doing anything about finding a loo that she could use.
Finally in exasperation, he virtually dragged her onto the train just as it was about to leave. To the last she was still protesting that she was not all right, and that she wanted to go to the loo.
That was one train that I would have liked to be on, so as to watch he on the journey. How long was she all right as her boyfriend insisted she was, then finally giving up and showing that she was not all right by wetting herself or peeing on the floor in the train?
The train they caught was a slow, suburban service, and it was probably that they lived somewhere in the London suburbs. If they had lived closer in to the centre, they would have been able to take an alternative train after giving her time to find somewhere to pee. Their journey would have taken been more that twenty minutes, agony for her with her bladder bursting, and very likely that there would not be an open Ladies toilet at their station, so she still would not have been all right.
Judging by her clothes and behaviour at the station, I would say she was not the sort of lady who would squat and pee on the floor of the train, particularly if there were other passengers in the carriage. Nor was she the sort who would squat in a doorway and go in the street; if she was, she would have gone before she got on the train. So, how long did she wait? All the way home? She would have been frantic and hardly able to walk from her station. Would she have either wet herself on the train, or walking home? She looked the sort who would think this a most terrible thing to do and she would have held on with all her strength to avoid it.
Was her boyfriend a secret desperation enthusiast? Certainly he was not doing anything to help her pee, but he might not have had any idea where to find a Ladies for her, so he was taking he easy way out (for him).