a little oops that wasn't so little

i should have known better. i mean it wasn't like i wasn't already beginning to squirm in my car on the way here. but i'd only really felt desperate for 10, maybe 15, minutes before arriving at my destination for lunch. and i very often end up holding for waaay longer than that. so it was all part of the plan that i decided to skip making the potty my first order of business. truth be told i kinda had other ideas (since i thought i had a little more time) as a solution for that anyway. 🤭 but i digress.
no one was tending the register when i approached the counter. being a sort of mom 'n' pop establishment, i wasn't too annoyed by that. but as i waited for an employee to acknowledge my presence, i caught myself shifting weight from one foot to other; no doubt subconsciously attempting to reel in the growing urge within me. and it really probably took less than 5 minutes for some one to greet me, but it seriously felt like 1/2 an hour. i mean i had already had most of a latte and at least one bottle of water while running errands earlier, but i was really caught off guard by how quickly my situation was becoming dire. and at the same time i was trying sooo hard to play it cool now that i had an opportunity to order, and didn't want to appear rude by suddenly running off towards the bathroom. lol.
though of course, while i'd been staring at the menu, my mind was apparently preoccupied with something else entirely- i wonder what? 😖
so it took another minute or two to finally decide on what to eat.
omg. i really wanted to plunge a hand down between my legs to help resist the pervasive prickling pressure building in my urethra.
but i settled on a, hopefully, subtle pp dance as i began to place my order.
and then... oh no! i felt that unmistakable sensation. the spurt was just as intense as it seemed quick, but i knew i'd just peed a little. 😳 except that it wasn't really the small short burst it seemed like. either so much escaped in those couple seconds of relief that it soaked my jeans, or i had to go so bad that i didn't even realize when the stream actually started seeping out of my muffin, or maybe i never fully stopped it from coming out.

either way, it wasn't even until i'd put my card back into my pocket book, stowed that into my purse, and stepped aside that i even noticed the puddle left where i'd been standing. 🫢 or just how much of a wet spot the mishap had made on my jeans.