This is the latest update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
I went to see Lara Croft: Tomb Raider at my local cinema the other day. I booked my ticket in advance so I could avoid the queues. They were unusually long for a small cinema, all the seats were taken and I settled down to watch the film.
Less than twenty minutes into the film, I started to get fidgety. I had a large glass of cola before I left home, and I wanted to see a great film about a female heroine, so I tried my best to ignore it for a while.
However, ten minutes later, I was now bursting, and I was in two minds whether to use the toilet or stay to watch the film. In the end, I opted for the latter. As the film continued, I was getting more desperate by the moment, and was rocking form side to side, crossing my legs, shifting my backside and tightening my bladder muscles. I found increasingly difficult to concentrate on the film’s plot.
As it got closer to the end of the film, I was now bursting so badly and some of the people sitting in the same row of seats were looking at me. I tried to keep still, but it did not work. Soon, I jammed both my hands between my legs and squeezed them together. Soon the film ended and I wanted to leave, but the problem was that I was sitting in the very front row and had to wait for most other people to leave.
After most of the people had left, I knew the toilets would be full of people, so I sat tight and let go a log torrent of pee, soaking my knickers, trousers, and the seat. I savoured the feeling of relief when a steward came in and told me that the film was over.
Thankfully the trousers I was wearing was coloured black, otherwise the wet spot on me would have been seen. I dread to think of the next person having to sit on this seat…