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.
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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.
