Another update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
One day this week, I had overslept in my bed. My alarm had gone off, but I probably didn’t hear it because of the long nights at work that I had recently. I then woke up and looked at the clock… it was 8.30am!
Good grief! I was going to be late. I only had time for a shower, get changed, have a glass of orange juice, and rushed off to work.
However, when I got to the train station, I heard that the service was being delayed due to a broken-down train on the same line. That meant most of the passengers had to wait on the platform.
About forty minutes later, another train had arrived… and it was packed with people already on it. When some other passengers got inside the train, I decided to wait for another one.
While I was waiting, I suddenly felt the need to go to the toilet. I was wearing a short skirt, so the chilled wind went up my legs, so I crossed and squeezed them, which helped a bit. I called my workplace from my mobile phone to tell them I’ll be late. I had by then waited for another forty minutes, but no train had arrived.
By now, I needed to go badly. I was pacing up and down the platform. I soon discovered that there was a toilet at the station, but when I approached it to open the door, I discovered that it was locked. The sign on the front said:
DUE TO EXCESS VANDALISM, THIS TOILET IS CLOSED INDEFINITELY.
That made my predicament more problematic, and I was definitely getting more desperate by the moment. I started to walk gingerly towards the far end of the platform, where I could be able to start holding myself. I wanted to pee so badly, but I wanted to get a train as soon as possible so I could get to work.
About ten minutes later, another train arrived, again with a lot of people, but I rushed with the other passengers to get on, because by now I was already over an hour and a half late, and I would still have to work the full day.
On the train, I tired not to think about my full bladder and the pressure that was being put on it by fellow passengers. We were standing like packed sardines, and I was getting very hot.
The train had ground to a halt half way through the journey, and after a few moments, the driver announced that due to a signal failure, the train would be held in it’s current location until further notice.
I was getting frantic. I was holding myself tightly and didn’t care who was watching me. I just wanted to relieve myself, but not here on the train. It was another half an hour before the train got moving again. I was now over two hours late, and I needed to pee.
The train pulled into the station, and soon as I rushed out of the station to get to work, I went straight for the toilet. I lifted my skirt up and started to pee through my knickers, as I didn’t have time to take them off. I gave a huge sigh of relief as I let the pee flow down my legs.
After looking at the damage, I then took off my pee-stained knickers and threw them into a litter bin and walked to my desk. My manager was waiting for me, and wasn’t in a good mood.
“Where have you been, Sarah?” he demanded.
“Sorry, I’ve overslept again,” I replied.
“Well, if you do it again, you’ll be out of a job. Understand?” he said back.
There were many times that I would have liked to hold my pee, but this was not one of them.