Carla Santos was running late. She knew she should've left her apartment ten minutes earlier, but she couldn't resist watching one last episode of her favorite TV show before she rushed out the door. Now, as she found herself in the middle of a busy street, checking her watch with a panicked look on her face, she realized how bad her decision had been.
Her bladder was already full to the brim, and she'd barely had time to grab a box of doughnuts for breakfast. As she walked faster, her breaths coming out in short, sharp gasps, she prayed that she'd make it to the office on time. Suddenly, she felt the overwhelming urge to use the bathroom. It was a familiar feeling – one she'd experienced too many times before.
Without missing a beat, Carla ducked into the nearest coffee shop, her heart hammering in her chest. "Excuse me, I need to use your restroom," she said breathlessly to the barista, who looked up at her with an expression of mild annoyance. He shrugged and pointed to the door behind him without saying a word.
Carla rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She stood in front of the mirror, taking deep breaths and trying to calm her nerves. Then, without further ado, she pulled her jogger pants down, revealing her flowered thong. Almost immediately, she started pooping – a loud gust of air escaping her lips as she let out the pressure that had been building up inside her.
As she finished, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. However, she also felt a tinge of guilt. She'd forgotten to lift the toilet seat, and now she could see that she'd messed it up. With a sigh, she reached over and cleaned up the mess, making sure the seat was spotless before flushing the toilet and washing her hands.
As she stepped out of the bathroom, she could feel the barista's glare burning a hole in the back of her head. He couldn't be mad at her, though, she thought as she walked towards the exit. After all, she'd only been a few minutes in there. Besides, she chuckled to herself, at least she'd gotten her quick toilet break in.
Outside, the bustling city street was waiting for her. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and rushed off to work, trying not to think about the fact that she was still carrying the box of doughnuts. She'd worry about that later, when she had more time – like, for instance, during her first break of the day in the office kitchen.
