I was dying for a wee once and went into a very posh London hotel and pretended I would be joined by a friend soon and yes a table for 2. Then I and asked where the ladies lavatory was. Then after I ran out the door.
I was once walking in midtown Manhattan, where everyplace is very strict about "restrooms for patrons only."
(I was not close to a public place like Madison Square Garden , etc.)
I really needed a bathroom, so I went into a bar. I ordered a beer. I forced myself to stay in place until it came and I paid, and then I ran to the bathroom.
I think I drank about half the beer when I came back and then left.
I've never been that desperate, but I've had to run into a gas station convenience store and quickly buy a pack of gum while I was doing the wee wee dance.
@HotPizza71 i was so desparate, I didn't take much notice. But i do recall the paper was carefully folded at the end and stamped with the hotels logo and it smelt nice.
